Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Wooden Crosses

A farmer and a teacher, a and a preacher,
Ridin' on a bus bound for Mexico
One's headed for vacation, one for education,
An' two of them were for lost souls
That driver ever saw the stop sign
An' eighteen wheelers can't on a dime

There are three wooden on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not of them, Heaven only knows
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world you,
It's what you behind you when you go

That farmer a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The faith an' for growin' things in his young son's heart
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of of children:
Did her best to 'em all a better start
An' preacher whispered, "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his bible in that hooker's hand

are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world you,
It's what you behind you when you go

That's the story that our preacher last Sunday
As he held that blood-stained up,
For all of us to see
He "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an' the preacher
Who gave this to my mama,
Who it to me"

There are three crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, now I guess we
It's not what you take when you leave this behind you,
It's what you leave behind you you go

There are three crosses on the right side of the highway