Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

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

They would walk me from Green Street
Pass on the hill sides
And the carillons fill 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 to Placer County where the weather was a joker
And I watched my parents laughter turn from into ice
But my father never stumbled, he would tell me things would change
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 down
And at night amid the whisper of the pines in
She would cry into the of yellow roses on her gown

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

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