Luyện nghe bài hát Man With the Horse and Wagon

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

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

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

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

The man with the horse and
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 young girls hair.