Luyện nghe bài hát Rosewood Hill

by John

She had her to him
As he walked in through the
He'd down in the forest
He said, "I cut me a stick palm
by the stingin' tree
Never I'd see the day I'd need one"

She said, "The real estate came again today
I them a pot of tea
They we'd fetch a million dollars
For our old 'Rosewood Hill'
I guess they thought we consider

What would we do a million
we own paradise
Buy us an of sand
You tell eager beavers
They won't be to me
paradise is not for sale"

He's the of the old cow cockies
Up there in the
Wouldn't white-coast gold love to get
Their on his land

the crispy bacon
Spit and on the fry
The promise of a new day
the cloudy blanket
And it to the sky
The valley takes your away

The crows are and waitin'
The dreams of gold
Surely soon the old man will away