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

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

Then we moved to Placer County the weather was a joker
And I my parents laughter turn from amber into ice
But my father never stumbled, he would me things would change soon
He would bear and bear the of a pair of loaded dice

And my mother stood beside him though her heart was on the hill
Of a city where a soldier and his 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 living eastward by the Sacramento
And he swears to me he's happy with his and some land
In the springtime and the when the fog is off the valley
I him on weekends, his grass is overgrown

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