Luyện nghe bài hát Hainus

It was a Thanksgiving day in 1982
When my only brother and his 6 old son, Hainus, got into their Trans-am and drove out of view.

Hainus really loved his pa, you see it in his eyes.
All thanksgiving day you could feel my prize.

See, he was raising little all alone for the past three years,
And everytime Hainus asked "What happened to mommy?" the fought back the tears.

My brother to give Hainus the life a boy deserves,
but since the plant closed down, it's been difficult getting work.

All wanted for Christmas was a little Shepard pup,
A little dog to shere some and give it lots of love.

My brother have the money to take care of Hainus and a dog,
but that didn't stop little Hainus from writting down words.

"Dear Santa, All I want for is a puppy,
a little friend will do nothing but love me.
I promise to scratch behind it's ears, and I'll fight the tears
if he away like mommy."

Hainus my that letter when he got into his daddy's trans-am that thanksgiving day.

He said "Uncle Bubba, give this note to Santa, Pa has a lot on his mind."
I winked at little Hainus and said "Don't worry boy. I'll get this to Santa in no time."

That was the last I saw of my baby and Hainus together,
they drove home that night, they were facing some real stormy weather.

The car ran off the road to miss a rig,
And that beautiful trans-am slamed into a tree that was big.

I rushed to the hospital on awful Thanksgiving night.
I wanted to see my brother, I hoped was all right.

When I got to the lobby the nurse tell me a thing.

So I did what any real brother do, I started to beg.
Then the doctor came and said "Your brother's dead, and has lost has leg."

I brought home, because now he lives with me.
A six year old with one leg is a sad sight to see.

I wanted to give him a special Christmas and help him forget the loss of his pa,
so I took my VCR to the pawn shop and got enough money to buy a dog.

He was a one year old pit-bull and a bought it a friend,
I gave him $200 and I was Hainus's smile would never end.

I barrowed an old Santa suit and had a of beers,
then I headed home for some needed Christmas-eve cheer.

I got home that night, Hainus was sitting by the Christmas tree,
He squinched up his little eyes, almost like he see.

As a walked closer with the little pit-bull pup, said "What the hell kind of a dog is that?"
And "Uncle Bubba, you're drunk and you're getting fat!"

I pulled my tattered beard down and I not believe my ears,
"I got you a puppy, boy, and I only had a couple of beers"

"I wanted a german shepard, Uncle Bubba. You're nothing my dad!"
He in my face and then he kicked me in the nads.

I lost my and reached for the tree but all I got was a branch,
And the that was sitting on top went through the puppy like a lance.

It was the puppy right in front of our very eyes,
Then Hainus "I hate you, Uncle Bubba" ad he started to cry.

Well, then I really lost my temper, I don't know I said,
But it was something like "No your momma left you and I bet your dad's glad he's dead!"

Hainus jumped to his feet, but he forgot he only had one leg,
And he on top of that electrified puppy and now Hainus is dead.

So every Christmas, I go to his grave and pull out that note,
I remember that winter of '82 and I read the he wrote.

"Dear Santa, All I for christmas is a puppy,
a little friend will do nothing but love me.
I promise to scratch behind ears, and I'll fight back the tears
if he away like mommy."