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

 Everyday  papa would work
 To try to  ends meet
 To see that we would 
 Keep those shoes upon  feet
 
 Every  my papa would take me
 And tuck me in my 
 Kiss me on  head
 After all my  were said
 
 And  were years
 Of sadness and  tears
 Through it 
 Together  were strong
 We were 
  were rough
 But Papa  was tough
 Mama stood beside him all 
 
  up with them was easy
  time had flew on by
 The  began to fly
  aged and so did I
 
 And  could tell
 That  she wasn't well
 Papa knew and deep down so did 
 So did 
  she died
 Papa  down and he cried
 And all  could say was, "God, why her? Take me!"
 
 Everyday he sat there sleeping in a rocking 
 He never went 
 Because she wasn't 
 
 Then one  my Papa said,
 "Son, I'm  of how you've grown"
 He  "Go out and make it on your own.
 Don't worry.  O.K. alone."
 
 He said, "There  things that you must do"
 He said, "There's places  must see"
 And his eyes were  as he
 As he said  to me
 
 Every time I kiss my 
 Papa's words ring 
  said, "Children live through you.
 Let them grow! They'll leave you, 
 
 I remember every word  used to say
  kiss my kids and pray
 That they'll  of me
 
 Oh how I 
  will think of me
 That way
 Someday