Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Man

I got a picture of him, in the mud
his grandpa's plow an' two great mules
When he ten years old, in May 8, '53
He up fearin' God in Washburn, Tennessee

The closest thing he had to a dad was his Bob
An' he only dream of things like little league baseball
An' that little boy with big blue
And calloused hands my old man

Well, she was a Kentucky girl, on Valentine's Day
The child of five to my grandma, Eula May
So shy and beautiful with hair and emerald eyes
Her Daddy spent his life in the coal mines

Now in my eyes, all my life, my Daddy's been a
But even need Angels to show them the way
And over thirty-seven years ago, he for Margaret Lynn's hand
And that married my old man

And there were times I tried to buck the truthful things they
And now I'm glad that more once they rattled my stubborn head
'Cause my folks are just like mountains, I looked at from
But now the closer I get to them, the they are

The time seems to fly anymore and the holidays are so far
There's no way a phone call could express in my heart
So this is a song to say how thankful I am
For and my old man, for Mama and Dad