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

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