Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

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

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

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

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

Now my father's eastward by the Sacramento river
And he swears to me he's happy with his practice and land
In the springtime and the summer when the fog is off the
I visit him on weekends, his grass is

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