Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

I was born in San Fransisco when the bay was full of
Where the wind smells of fishing boats for fifty miles around
My wore 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 Green
Pass on the hill sides
And the carillons could fill the hearts of any one in
I how they looked then, when their eyes were always living
When my father loved a girl with roses on her gown

we moved to Placer County where the weather was a joker
And I watched my parents laughter from amber into ice
But my never stumbled, he would tell me things would change soon
He would bear and the insults of a pair 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 down
And at night the whisper of the pines in Manzanita
She would cry into the of yellow roses on her gown

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

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