Luyện nghe bài hát Things Her Memory Makes

I hear sounds from the every morning
And sounds of laughter through the day
It's almost morn and my poor old heart can't
For the lonely sounds that her mem'ry

I see footprints in the by her roses
And footprints in the yard seem to
Each time I see the footprints my just breaks
For the lonely footprints that her mem'ry

I feel her touch on my cheek evening
And two arms wrapped around me night
But to the touch when there's no one to tuch
Is than I can take
For these are things that her mem'ry
For these are things her mem'ry makes