Luyện nghe bài hát Man With the Horse and Wagon

when I was a my world extended,
as far as my mother could see.
and I'd ask if I could go,
to the park the street.
I'd sit on the freshly lawn and watch
the nieghborhood carrying on and
and listen and look for a sign
of that friend of mine

The man with the and wagon
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 apron strings hold young wings
when the becomes too small.
and a man grown
must stand alone, if he will at all.

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

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