Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

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

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

Then we moved to Placer County where the weather was a
And I watched my parents laughter from amber into ice
But my father never stumbled, he would tell me would change soon
He bear and bear 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 of the pines in Manzanita
She cry into the sash of yellow roses on her gown

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

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