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 I'd ask if I could go,
to the park the street.
I'd sit on the freshly mown and watch
the nieghborhood carrying on and
and and look for a telltale sign
of that beautiful of mine

The man the horse and wagon
the one who by at noon 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 hold young wings
the world becomes too small.
and a young man
must stand alone, if he 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 back to the and stop.
I hear the far clippity clop,
of a mare, in my minds eye,
I'm standing behind....

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