Luyện nghe bài hát Little Wood Guitar

It's day
And the is coming down
Church bells
ringing awake the town
Preacher Kline his lines
The be full today
Mr. cranks up his plow
His clear the way

Christmas day
And the pies are baking
Mothers say the giving not the taking
My brand new bicycle is out jangling in the street
I watch him the icicles
With that wood box beneath my

All I got was little wood guitar
it brought was neon lights and crowded bars
Like all the kings with all thier
Went down your star I'm told
Every highway takes me you are
With little wood guitar

It's day
Funny how the years can us
has changed
I'm a musician not a
Chicago's a wonderland
At my brother's and his
around thier dinner plates
And dissecting my

I never stopped
I kept on singing
Now people come to hear from miles
And I don't mind
That I still count my
I just never I'd settle down

Christmas day
And the little one's are
I hear them
I can hear the presents
The outside on his new bike
in the street
That little girl, she's him
With that box beneath her feet

All she got was this wood guitar
What I thought is it might her pretty far
Like all the with all their gold
Went down your star I'm told
Every takes me where you are
With this little guitar
Little guitar