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

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