Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Wooden Crosses

A and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus for Mexico
headed for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of them were searchin' for lost
That driver never saw the stop sign
An' eighteen wheelers can't on a dime

There are three 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 you leave this world behind you,
It's what you behind you when you go

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

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

That's the story that our preacher last Sunday
As he that blood-stained bible 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 not four of them, now I guess we know
It's not what you take when you leave this world you,
what you leave behind you when you go

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