Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

I was born in San Fransisco when the bay was 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 sash of roses on her gown

They would walk me down from Green
Pass cathedrals on the hill
And the carillons could fill the 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 Placer County the weather was a joker
And I my parents laughter turn from amber into ice
But my father never stumbled, he would tell me would change soon
He would bear and the insults of a pair of loaded dice

And my mother stood him though 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 in Manzanita
She would cry into the sash of yellow roses on her

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

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