Luyện nghe bài hát My Father's Lullaby

All my father raised me
Supporting us on dock salary
When I was young he took my
At the time he said I didn't understand

He to me,

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

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

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

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

Now I'm old kids of my own
I'm still longing for that of home
To make extra bread I unload F. Johnson's
He slipped me a shiny silver dollar, and me the best of luck

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

I go to my son in bed he lie
And I began to sing my old lullaby

A year ago my had passed
years of work he could rest at last
Thousands of came to the funeral that day
was something about him the people would say

At the end of the service it no surprise
That honoring the life wet our dry eyes

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