Luyện nghe bài hát Mildred Madalyn Johnson

Mildred Madalyn
Born in the autumn of
A shy, pretty girl east Texas
and restless
Humble and kind as a could be

She loved to in the choir, 'loud and inspired
Her head tilted down, keeping
Or stories with friends after supper
the hour
A cat fast asleep at her side

And she to drive her big red car
Though she couldn't see over the very far
back out the driveway
And point that thing down the
We'd say, "Lord, she goes"

Her was silver and messy
She in a hurry
Worried about the day
nights she sat at her dresser
Composing letters
asleep with a pen in her hand

And she loved to her big red car
A scarf 'round her shoulders, her foot to the
Down to the grocery, she'd wave
And we'd pray, "Lord, bring her safe"

And she to drive her big red car
Though she see over the hood very far
back out the driveway
And point that thing down the
say, "Lord, there she goes"

Mildred Madalyn
woman
I was so to call her my friend