Luyện nghe bài hát My Father's Lullaby

All alone my father me
Supporting us on worker's salary
When I was he took my hand
At the time he said I didn't understand

He to me,

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

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

I'd through the windows
And to his words so profound and true
"Boys raise your and sing away!
Sing, to bothers 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 feeling of
To make bread I unload F. Johnson's truck
He slipped me a shiny silver dollar, and wished me the of luck

My wife worries we'll the kids away to the orphanage
If we can't make
I said, "I can't do that, because someone told me
That this is 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 could at last
Thousands of faces to the funeral that day
There was about him the people would say

At the end of the it came no surprise
That the man's life wet our dry eyes

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