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 carrying on and watch
and and look for a telltale sign
of beautiful friend of mine

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