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

 Everyday my papa would 
 To try to make ends 
 To see that we  eat
 Keep those  upon my feet
 
 Every night my papa would  me
 And tuck me  my bed
 Kiss me  my head
 After all my  were said
 
 And there  years
 Of sadness  of tears
  it all
 Together we were 
 We were 
 Times  rough
 But Papa he was 
  stood beside him all along
 
 Growing up  them was easy
 The  had flew on by
 The years  to fly
  aged and so did I
 
 And I  tell
 That mama  wasn't well
 Papa knew and  down so did she
  did she
 When  died
  broke down and he cried
 And all  could say was, "God, why her? Take me!"
 
  he sat there sleeping in a rocking chair
  never went upstais
 Because  wasn't there
 
 Then one day my Papa 
 "Son, I'm proud of  you've grown"
 He said, "Go out and  it on your own.
 Don't worry. I'm O.K. 
 
 He said, "There are things that  must do"
 He said,  places you must see"
  his eyes were sad as he
 As he said  to me
 
 Every time I kiss  children
 Papa's  ring true
 He said,  live through you.
 Let them grow! They'll  you, too"
 
 I  every word Papa used to say
 I kiss my kids and 
 That they'll  of me
 
 Oh how I 
 They will think  me
 That way
 Someday