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

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