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 boats for miles around
My father wore a cut, he was lean and he was handsome
And my mother wore a sash of roses on her gown

They would walk me from Green Street
Pass cathedrals on the sides
And the carillons 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 roses on her

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

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

Now my father's living eastward by the 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 dinner, I will gaze away the evening
In the at a sash of yellow roses on a gown