Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Man

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

he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone
That's the they guessed
He'd been cursed to

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

a tattered bag for his violin
It was full of lots of
Of places that he'd

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

Making drop their cares and woes
To hum out loud those
That his bowed

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

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

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

He for her as if she danced alone
Played his songs
he called his own

He played until she was the to go
and packed his case
And said take her home

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

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

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

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