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 across the street.
I'd sit on the freshly mown and watch
the nieghborhood on and watch
and listen and for a telltale sign
of beautiful friend of mine

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

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

On a cold gray day,an old man
to the park the street.
are the trees,not a soul 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 your young hair.