Luyện nghe bài hát Mandaddy

(D. Cooper)
Summer is coming, are jumping,
The willows are up the river,
Mandaddy's wagon comes and dragging
His route.
He's bringing ghost stories and penny-whistles,
White Chinese muzzles 'n of glory.
Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling the road.
Chorus: Well, my name is and I roam these hills.
I sing and I whistle and I'll cure ills.
Oh Mandaddy, oh gonna cure your ills,
Mandaddy's gonna cure ills.
He walks a farmer, talks like warm water,
like tobacco and gun powder.
He's bringing red garters and copper kettles
And leather shoes.
He says, "I remember your folks was youngun's
and running in Indian summer.
They'd watch the horizon and see the rolling down the road."

Everything changes, it's only natural, remains as it once started.
This time next summer I may not be here, what I say.
Children I you, you make life worth living,
The river's worth crossing, the worth giving.
Look on the horizon and see the dust down the road.