Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

I was born in San Fransisco the bay was full of cruisers
Where the 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 walk me from Green Street
Pass cathedrals on the sides
And the carillons could the hearts of any one in town
I remember how they looked then, when their eyes were living
When my father a girl with yellow roses on her gown

Then we moved to County where the weather was a joker
And I watched my parents turn from amber into ice
But my never stumbled, he would tell me things would change soon
He would 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 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 on her gown

Now my father's living 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 him on weekends, his grass is overgrown

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