🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Indio Boy - Sandra

 He came  the mountains to our little town
  he never spoke a word.
 But he played every day  a lovely way
 Little tunes I had never 
  he played his flute
 His eyes seemed to  like mirrors of times gone by.
 I don't know if I saw what I  not see
 But I looked right  his heart.
 I looked  into his heart.
 
 I found out  evening only by chance
  he spent his lonely nights.
 There he slept in  church on the marble floor
 And his flute  by his side.
 As I woke him up and 
 ”Won't you come to my house where it's nice  warm”
 He said
 ”Please let me be, for I  not free
 And I don't  break your heart
  don't wanna break your heart”
 
 When early one morning I came  the place
 Where he used to play  flute.
 He  gone
 but a song that will  die
  to linger on in the sky.
 He's  Indio boy
 And his folks far away they  praying
 Indio boy come home when  are a man.
 
 He's  Indio Boy
 and  longs for the girl who is waiting
 Indio Boy come home  soon as you can..