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 could only dream of things like little baseball
An' that little boy big blue eyes
And hands became my old man

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

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

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

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