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

He's an all American boy mama's and papa's joy
Paper waddin' all the tiein' knots in sister's curles
BB passers by with a twinkle in his eye
He's a youngster full of fun and we're to call 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
the fireman fought the fire our boy punctured all their tires
He's a youngster of fun and we're proud to call him son
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We went fishin' me and him and he I couldn't swim
So this playfull little lad liked to his lovin' dad
Nearly cought my death of cold but his mother said scold
He's a youngster of fun and we're proud to call him son
Well he poisoned tea now she lies in agony
Made his mother kind of ex't she says what he do next
When he shot the neighbor's goats we agreed that's oats
He's a youngster full of fun and proud to call him son
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Now they took our boy and we miss him more each day
For our life's and tame since the paddy wagon came
We sit and stare in vain through each broken window
He's a full of fun and we're proud to call him son