Luyện nghe bài hát My Boy Builds Coffins

My boy coffins with hammers and nails
He build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn't tables, dressers or chairs
He can't carve a whistle 'cause he just doesn't

My boy coffins for the rich and the poor
Kings and they've all knocked on his door
Beggars and liars, gypsies and
They all come to him he's so eager to please

My boy coffins, he makes them all day
But it's not for work and it isn't for play
made one for himself, one for me too
One of these he'll make one for you
For you, for you, for you

My boy builds for better or worse
say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse
He fits together in sunshine or rain
Each one is unique, no two are the

My boy builds coffins and I think a shame
when each ones been made, he can't see it again
He crafts every one with and with care
Then it's in the ground, it just isn't fair

My boy coffins, he makes them all day
But it's not for work and it isn't for play
He's one for himself, one for me too
And one of days he'll make one for you
For you, for you, for you