Luyện nghe bài hát Papa

Papa was a simple man papa loved his farming
I didn't 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 thoughness of
And it to the softness of birds
Papa was both and yet he was neither just a hard God fearing 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 were the closest we worked that old side 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 hard he'd worked and little comfort he'd found
I guess that's the reason I hitched up the and drove the old buggy to town
I picked out a lot in the big in the shade of a tall maple tree
Figured the least I could do for my papa
all the things that he's done for me
We gave him a funeral fit for a and then we laid him to rest in the sod
Somehow I thought that in that big pretty place he might feel closer to God
The women were crying as they passed by papa the men and all shook my hand
Most of the mourness had gone I looked up and noticed this white haired old man
He was dressed kinda shabby and he walked with a cane his was shaky and low
I had to look before I rocognized him he used to work for us a long time ago
told me this morning that the big boss had died
And I thought that I should around
I went out to the homeplace to him goodbye
They told me that you done him to town
I remember your papa used to say that when he died he didn't but one request
He wanted to be burried out dare on that
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 scooped up some dirt up near the farmhouse
And thought that I'd bring it back
I you don't mind if I just sorta scatter these few little pieces of clay
It ain't gonna mess up pretty green grass he just might sleep better this way
Guess I understand please forgive me papa