Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

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

They would walk me from Green Street
Pass cathedrals on the hill
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 on her gown

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

And my stood beside him though her heart was on the hill side
Of a where a soldier and his lover bedded down
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 living eastward by the river
And he swears to me he's happy with his and some land
In the springtime and the summer the fog is off the valley
I him on weekends, his grass is overgrown

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