Luyện nghe bài hát Father's Table Grace

While we sit at our table my heads bowed low
My thoughts return to childhood to the finest guy I
He doesn't speak good he's just a simple man
But he talks to the Lord even a little child can understand
I was awful young and the thought still comes to me
I told dad I felt that I was old enough to leave
He sat at the table I looked him on his face
He spoke another word till he said the table grace
He said our heavenly father we all gathered here today
To these things of blessings so humbly we pray
My oldest son is leaving and I guess he what's best
But in case would you stand by and help him stand the test
And Lord he's awful about church on Sunday morn
And if he gets a wrong crowd would you let him hold your arm
And if he flies too would you clip his wings
But let him fall too hard I'm sure that you can hand the things
Oh I've tried my best day to day to teach him right from wrong
He's grown to be a fine young man but you've always blessed our home
I pray for understanding that he won't build upon the sand
But I won't worry half as much Lord if I know he's in hands
And oh yeah Lord it won't be long I'll be coming home
We'll have some long talks you and I don't make me too long
We beg dear Lord for guidance please cleance us our sins
So we all can meet in in Jesus name amen
The table was silent as tears down my face
that day on I base my life on father's table grace