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 fifty around
My father wore a crew cut, he was and he was handsome
And my mother wore a sash of yellow on her gown

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

Then we to Placer County where the weather was a joker
And I watched my parents laughter turn from amber ice
But my father never stumbled, he would 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 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 eastward by the Sacramento river
And he swears to me he's happy with his and some land
In the springtime and the summer when the fog is off the
I visit him on weekends, his is overgrown

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