Luyện nghe bài hát Man With the Horse and Wagon

when I was a child my extended,
just as far as my mother see.
and sometimes I'd ask if I go,
to the park the street.
I'd sit on the freshly mown and watch
the nieghborhood on and watch
and listen and for a telltale sign
of that 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 girls hair.

But apron strings hold young wings
when the world too small.
and a young man
must alone, if he will stand at all.

On a cold day,an old man wanders
to the across 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 chestnut mare, in my eye,
I'm right behind....

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