Luyện nghe bài hát Man With the Horse and Wagon

when I was a child my extended,
as far as my mother could see.
and sometimes I'd ask if I go,
to the across the street.
I'd sit on the freshly lawn and watch
the carrying on and watch
and listen and look for a telltale
of that beautiful friend of

The man with the horse and
the one who by at noon 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.

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

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

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