Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

I was born in San Fransisco when the bay was of cruisers
Where the west wind smells of fishing boats for fifty around
My father a crew cut, he was lean and he was handsome
And my wore a sash of yellow roses on her gown

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

Then we moved to Placer where the weather was a joker
And I watched my parents laughter from 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 him though her heart was on the hill side
Of a city where a and his lover bedded down
And at night the whisper of the pines in Manzanita
She would cry into the sash of yellow roses on her

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

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