Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

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

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

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

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

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

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