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

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

we moved to Placer County where the weather was a joker
And I watched my parents laughter turn from into ice
But my father stumbled, he would tell 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 was on the hill side
Of a city a soldier and his lover bedded down
And at night amid the of the pines in Manzanita
She would cry into the sash of yellow roses on her

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

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