Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

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

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

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

And my mother stood beside him though her was on the hill side
Of a city where a and his lover 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 by the Sacramento river
And he swears to me happy with his practice and some land
In the springtime and the summer 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 roses on a