Luyện nghe bài hát Old Pictures

Here's a little girl playin' up
under all that lace
Standin' in her mama's high shoes
With a lipstick face

And a little boy on a pony
He's a all the way
He used to pull my hair and me mad
At the matinee
Who would've that I'd lose my heart
To the little boy someday

Lookin' my old pictures, faded photographs
Some of them bring me close to tears, others make me
Old memories seem to alive
And open up the past and let me dream inside

Here's brother with his first automobile
Thought washed the paint away
He took a job that him West
He's doing very well and we don't see much of brother days

Oh, and this is my of my papa
He's dressed up in his suit
A wide brimmed hat, a on a chain
Well, I'm tell you the truth
It's a picture of a downright man
in the prime of his youth

Lookin' through my old pictures, photographs
of them bring me close to tears, others make me laugh
Old memories seem to come
And open up the past again and let me dream

They open up the past and let me dream inside