Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

I was born in San Fransisco when the bay was full of
Where the west wind smells of 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 would walk me down from Street
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 yellow roses on her

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

And my mother stood beside him though her heart was on the hill
Of a city where a and his lover bedded down
And at amid the whisper of the pines in Manzanita
She cry into the sash of yellow roses on her gown

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

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