Luyện nghe bài hát Father's Song

I the man
early in the morning
Smelling of starch and
Sometimes I would shave him
With a plastic and a cardboard blade
And his car disppear
the morning gray.
I the man
Talking so on the telephone
His voice hard and polished like a stone
In command of itself and the
He was not in my hearing
Though sometimes he rage
reason

There's a man I hardly
Who would hold me in his arms flinching
And me it's all right
I put my hands out to my
strong in the water
When I not swim
I on to him
It was all right.
I the man
Shouting the sidelines at my football games
He'd razz players by their names
My mother would plead, Oh calm down
And he did when the game was
He was so
Of his son.
I the man
Laid off last
not what they called it
Twenty years the firm
Eased out in of a younger man
Fear tugged at his
But he had plans.

I dreamed last night of my
She was tall and I a
But was hiding in her house
In the I saw her
A shell
And I out
My took my hand
And led me that awful place.
Soon my will be old
They will count their and weight them
One by one
Two lives long together, a and a son
things accomplished, many left undone
Some left
For better.
And before he dies
I will him in my arms without flinching
And tell him it's all
I put my out to my father
Standing strong in the
When I could not
I on to him
It was all right.