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

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