Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Wooden Crosses

A farmer and a teacher, a and a preacher,
on a midnight bus bound for Mexico
One's for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of them were for lost souls
That driver never ever saw the stop
An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a

There are three wooden crosses on the right of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, only knows
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this behind you,
It's what you leave 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' teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:
Did her best to 'em all a better start
An' that preacher whispered, "Can't you see the Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained bible in hooker's hand

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

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

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

There are three wooden crosses on the side of the highway