Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Man

My old man had a rounder's
He'd hear an old freight
he'd have to go

Said he'd been blessed a gypsy bone
That's the reason guessed
He'd been to roam

Came into town before the war
even know what it was
He was for

Carried a tattered bag for his
It was full of lots of
Of places that been

He talked easy, had a smiling way
To pass to you
his fiddle played

Making people their cares and woes
To hum out loud tunes
That his fiddle

Till the people there to join that sound
And everyone in town was
Singing, round

Like the tune
Was all heard that night
As if some said
"All the is right"

His fiddler's eye caught one beauty
She had rollin', flowin'
Golden of hair

He played for her as if she alone
Played his favorite
Ones he his own

He played she was the last to go
Stopped and packed his
And said he'd her home

All the nights that passed a child was
All the years that
That would keep them warm

All their lives they'd share a dream come
All because she
While his fiddle

My old man had a rounder's
He'd hear an old train
Then have to go

All that I recall when I was so young
There's no one could really
Sing songs he sung