Luyện nghe bài hát We're Proud To Call Him Son

He's an all American boy mama's pride and joy
Paper all the girls tiein' knots in sister's curles
BB gunnin' passers by a twinkle in his eye
He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to him son
He pushed grandma down the stairs and he knelt and said his
And he us one and all and set fire to the hall
While the fireman fought the our boy punctured all their tires
He's a youngster full of fun and we're to call him son
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We went me and him and he knew I couldn't swim
So playfull little lad liked to drown his lovin' dad
Nearly cought my death of but his mother said don't scold
He's a youngster of fun and we're proud to call him son
Well he grandma's tea now she lies in agony
Made his mother kind of ex't she says what he do next
When he shot the goats we agreed that's wild oats
He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to him son
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Now they took our boy and we miss him more each day
For our adored and tame since the paddy wagon came
We sit and stare in vain through each broken pane
He's a full of fun and we're proud to call him son