Luyện nghe bài hát Man With the Horse and Wagon

when I was a my world extended,
just as far as my 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 carrying on and watch
and listen and for a telltale sign
of that beautiful of mine

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

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

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