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 smells of fishing for fifty miles around
My father a crew cut, he was lean and he was handsome
And my mother a sash of yellow roses on her gown

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

Then we moved to Placer County where the weather was a
And I watched my parents laughter turn from amber 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 her heart was on the hill side
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 yellow roses on her

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

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