Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Man

My old man had a soul
He'd an old freight train
Then have to go

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

Came town back before the war
Didn't even know it was
He was for

Carried a bag for his violin
It was of lots of songs
Of places that he'd

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

Making people drop their and woes
To hum out those tunes
That his bowed

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

Like the fiddler's
Was all they that night
As if some said
"All the is right"

His fiddler's eye one beauty there
She had that rollin',
Golden of hair

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

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

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

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

My old man had a soul
He'd an old freight train
he'd have to go

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