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 a crew cut, he was lean and he was handsome
And my mother wore a of yellow roses on her gown

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

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

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

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

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