Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

I was born in San Fransisco when the bay was of cruisers
Where the west wind smells of fishing boats for fifty around
My father wore a crew cut, he was and he was handsome
And my mother wore a sash of yellow on her gown

They would me down from Green Street
Pass cathedrals on the sides
And the could fill the hearts of any one in town
I remember how they then, when their eyes were always living
my father loved a girl with yellow roses on her gown

Then we moved to Placer County where the was a joker
And I watched my parents laughter turn from amber ice
But my father never stumbled, he would tell me things would change
He would and bear the insults of a pair of loaded dice

And my mother stood beside him her heart was on the hill side
Of a city where a soldier and his lover bedded
And at night amid the whisper of the pines in
She would cry the sash of yellow roses on her gown

Now my father's living eastward by the river
And he swears to me he's happy his practice and some land
In the springtime and the summer the fog is off the valley
I visit him on weekends, his is overgrown

Sometimes after dinner, I will away the evening
In the at a sash of yellow roses on a gown