Luyện nghe bài hát Matthew

Had an named Matthew
Was his fathers boy
Born just south of Colby,
Was his pride and joy

Yes, and joy was just the thing he was on
was just the way to live and die
Gold was a windy Kansas wheat field
Blue, a Kansas summer sky

And all the that he told me
Back I was just a lad
And all the memories he gave me
And all the good times he had

Growing up a farm boy
was mostly having fun
Riding on his Daddy's
Behind a mule, the sun

Yes, and joy was just the thing he was on
Love was the way to live and die
Gold was just a windy Kansas field
Blue, just a Kansas sky

Well, I there were some hard times
And I'm told some years lean
had a storm in forty-seven
A twister came and stripped them

He the farm and lost his family
He lost the wheat and lost his
But he found the Bible
Faith as as a stone

Yes, and joy was the thing he was raised on
Love was the way to live and die
Gold was just a Kansas wheat field
Blue, just a summer sky

So he came to live at our
And he came to work the
He came to ease my burden
And he to be my friend

So I wrote this down for
And for him the song is sung
Riding on his Daddy's
a Mule, beneath the sun

Yes, and joy was the thing he was raised on
Love was just the way to and die
was just a windy Kansas wheat field
Blue, just a Kansas sky

Yes, and joy was just the he was raised on
was just the way to live and die
Gold was a windy Kansas wheat field
Blue, a Kansas summer sky