🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Papa (70s version) - Paul Anka

  my papa would work
 To  to make ends meet
  see that we would eat
 Keep those shoes upon  feet
 
 Every night my papa would  me
 And tuck  in my bed
 Kiss me on my 
 After all my prayers  said
 
 And  were years
 Of sadness and  tears
 Through it 
  we were strong
  were strong
  were rough
 But Papa he was 
 Mama  beside him all along
 
 Growing up  them was easy
 The time had  on by
 The  began to fly
 They aged  so did I
 
  I could tell
 That mama she  well
 Papa knew and deep down  did she
 So  she
 When  died
 Papa broke  and he cried
 And all  could say was, "God, why her? Take me!"
 
 Everyday he sat there sleeping in  rocking chair
 He  went upstais
 Because she  there
 
 Then one day my Papa 
 "Son, I'm  of how you've grown"
 He said, "Go out and make it  your own.
  worry. I'm O.K. alone."
 
 He said, "There are  that you must do"
  said, "There's places you must see"
 And  eyes were sad as he
 As  said goodbye to me
 
 Every  I kiss my children
 Papa's  ring true
 He  "Children live through you.
 Let them grow! They'll leave you, 
 
 I remember every word Papa  to say
 I kiss my  and pray
 That they'll think  me
 
  how I pray
 They will think of 
 That way
 Someday