Luyện nghe bài hát Papa

Papa was a simple man papa his farming land
Guess I didn't understand forgive me papa
You can't paint a picture of a man like papa with as empty as words
Cause there's no way to measure the thoughness of
And compare it to the of birds
Papa was both and yet he was neither just a hard God fearing soul
He gave what he had to the that he loved and I guess he loved me best of all
For I was the oldest and we were the closest we worked that old farm by side
I guess that's the reason it hit me the hardest the morning that my died
All I could think of was how he'd worked and what little comfort he'd found
I guess that's the reason I up the mule and drove the old buggy to town
I picked out a lot in the big cemetery in the of a tall maple tree
Figured it's the least I could do for my
After all the things that done for me
We him a funeral fit for a king and then we laid 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 gone when I looked up and noticed this white old man
He was dressed kinda shabby and he walked with a cane his was shaky and low
I had to look twice before I him he used to work for us a long time ago
They told me morning that the big boss had died
And I thought that I should come
I went out to the homeplace to him goodbye
They told me you done brought him to town
I remember your papa used to say when he died he didn't have but one request
He to be burried out dare on that farm
He there wadn't nowhere else that he could rest
When I heard what you'd done I fatched me a shovel found me an old sack
I scooped up some from up near the farmhouse
And that I'd just bring it back
I hope you don't mind if I just sorta these few little pieces of clay
It ain't gonna mess up your pretty green grass he just might sleep this way
Guess I didn't understand forgive me papa