Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

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

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

Then we moved to Placer County 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 change soon
He would bear and bear the insults of a pair of loaded

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

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

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