Luyện nghe bài hát Man With the Horse and Wagon

when I was a child my extended,
just as far as my could see.
and sometimes I'd ask if I go,
to the park the street.
I'd sit on the mown lawn and watch
the nieghborhood carrying on and
and listen and look for a telltale
of beautiful friend of mine

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 pears
new strawberries, watermelon,
and a for your young girls hair.

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

On a cold gray day,an old man
to the across the street.
Gone are the trees,not a he sees,
no for him to feed.
I turn my back to the and stop.
I hear the far clippity clop,
of a chestnut mare, in my eye,
I'm right behind....

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