Luyện nghe bài hát Man With the Horse and Wagon

when I was a my world extended,
just as far as my mother see.
and I'd ask if I could go,
to the across the street.
I'd sit on the freshly mown and watch
the carrying on and watch
and listen and look for a telltale
of that beautiful friend of

The man with the horse and
the one who by at noon day
I'd run to the and wagon
soI could him say...
Apples, peaches, fresh ripe
new strawberries, watermelon,
and a flower for your young hair.

But strings can't hold young wings
the world becomes too small.
and a man grown
must stand alone, if he will at all.

On a gray day,an old man wanders
to the park the street.
Gone are the trees,not a he sees,
no for him to feed.
I my back to the wind and stop.
I hear the far clippity clop,
of a mare, in my minds eye,
I'm standing behind....

The man with the and wagon
the one who passed by at day
I'd run to the horse and
soI could him say...
Apples, peaches, fresh ripe
new strawberries, watermelon,
and a flower for your girls hair.