Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Roses On Her Gown

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

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

Then we moved to Placer County 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 soon
He would bear and bear the insults of a of loaded dice

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

Now my living eastward by the Sacramento river
And he swears to me happy with his practice and some 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 of yellow roses on a gown