Luyện nghe bài hát My Father's Shoes

Even now I see him walking at sundown
He's rock of ages with his lunchbox at his side
I still recall the smell of smoke and on his jacket
And that factory dust was on his shoes the he died

I I'd never heed that factory whistle
In a banker's I signed a loan against my future sins
All the neighbors shook my hand and wished me well my leaving
Though my father was a poor man he owned a wealth of

So take boots that shine like Judas silver
And all sad reflections on lost untraveled roads
While the rain on a field of bones and roses
Give me back my shoes and let me walk in those

My stroke was good, the deals fell and easy
I hired the sweat of honest men and took the lion's
My wardrobe filled with shirts of silk and of tender leather
And I walked in them the halls of power but no comfort there

So take these boots shine like Judas silver
And all these sad on lost untraveled roads
the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
Give me back my father's shoes and let me in those

Lady lay these boots the fire
'Cause lady now I swear never wear this pair again
I meant to stand up straight and tall, it never was that
Now these soles are from walking on the dreams of better men

So take these that shine like Judas silver
And all these sad on lost untraveled roads
While the rain on a field of bones and roses
Give me back my father's and let me walk in those