Luyện nghe bài hát My Father's Lullaby

All alone my raised me
Supporting us on dock worker's
I was young he took my hand
At the what he said I didn't understand

He to me,

"Son, all the good in this world's fighting for
Cherish you earn 'cause nothin' is free."

He to the pub at the end of the day
There was about him the people would say

I'd peer through the
And listen to his words so profound and
"Boys raise glasses and sing away!
Sing, to what you."

He on the table and let out a cry
And the sang an old lullaby

Now I'm old with of my own
I'm still for that feeling of home
To make bread I unload F. Johnson's truck
He me a shiny silver dollar, and wished me the best of luck

My wife worries we'll give the kids to the orphanage
If we make more
I said, "I can't do that, because someone once me
this is worth fighting for."

I go to my son in bed he lie
And I began to my father's old lullaby

A ago my father had passed
After years of work he rest at last
Thousands of faces came to the that day
There was something about him the people say

At the end of the service it no surprise
That honoring the man's wet our dry eyes

We to the pub at the end of the day
I said, "Boys raise glasses and sing away!"