Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Man

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

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

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

Carried a tattered bag for his
It was full of of songs
Of places that he'd

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

Making people drop their cares and
To hum out loud those
his fiddle bowed

Till the people there began to join that
And everyone in was laughing
Singing, round

the fiddler's tune
Was all they heard that
As if some dream
"All the is right"

His fiddler's eye caught one there
She had that rollin',
kind of hair

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

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

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

All lives they'd share a dream come true
All because she
his fiddle tuned

My old man had a soul
hear an old freight train
Then he'd to go

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