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

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