Luyện nghe bài hát Matthew

Had an uncle named
Was his only boy
just south of Colby, Kansas
Was his pride and joy

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

And all the stories that he me
Back I was just a lad
And all the that he gave me
And all the good that he had

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

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 Kansas sky

Well, I guess there were some hard
And I'm some years were lean
They had a in forty-seven
A twister and stripped them clean

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

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

So he to live at our house
And he came to work the
He came to ease my Daddy's
And he to be my friend

So I wrote this for Matthew
And it's for him the song is
on his Daddy's shoulders
Behind a Mule, the sun

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

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