Luyện nghe bài hát Papa

Papa was a simple man loved his farming land
Guess I understand please forgive me papa
You can't paint a of a man like papa with something as empty as words
Cause there's no way to measure the of timber
And compare it to the softness of
Papa was both and yet he was neither just a hard working God soul
He gave what he had to the ones that he and I guess he loved me best of all
For I was the oldest and we the closest we worked that old farm side by side
I guess that's the reason it hit me the hardest the that my papa died
All I could think of was how hard he'd worked and little comfort he'd found
I guess that's the reason I hitched up the mule and drove the old to town
I picked out a lot in the big cemetery in the shade of a tall tree
Figured it's the I could do for my papa
After all the that he's done for me
We gave him a funeral fit for a king and then we him to rest in the sod
Somehow I thought that in that big place he just might feel closer to God
The women were crying as they passed by papa the men stopped and all my hand
Most of the mourness had when I looked up and noticed this white haired old man
He was dressed kinda and he walked with a cane his voice was shaky and low
I had to look twice before I rocognized him he used to for us a long time ago
They told me this morning the big boss had died
And I thought I should come around
I out to the homeplace to tell him goodbye
They told me that you done him to town
I remember your papa used to say when he died he didn't have but one request
He wanted to be out dare on that farm
He said there nowhere else that he could rest
When I heard what done I fatched me a shovel found me an old paper sack
I up some dirt from up near the farmhouse
And thought that I'd just it back
I hope you don't if I just sorta scatter these few little pieces of clay
It ain't gonna mess up your green grass he just might sleep better this way
Guess I didn't understand please me papa