Luyện nghe bài hát Papa

Papa was a simple man papa loved his land
Guess I understand please forgive me papa
You can't paint a picture of a man like papa something as empty as words
Cause there's no way to measure the of timber
And compare it to the of birds
was both and yet he was neither just a hard working God fearing soul
He gave he had to the ones that he loved 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 the reason it hit me the hardest the morning that my papa died
All I could think of was how hard he'd worked and what little comfort he'd
I guess the reason I hitched up the mule and drove the old buggy to town
I out a lot in the big cemetery in the shade of a tall maple tree
Figured it's the least I do for my papa
After all the things he's 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 pretty place he just might closer to God
The women were crying as passed by papa the men stopped and all shook my hand
Most of the mourness had gone when I 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 twice before I rocognized him he used to for us a long time ago
They me this morning that the big boss had died
And I that I should come around
I went out to the homeplace to tell him
They told me that you done him to town
I remember your papa to say that when he died he didn't have but one request
He wanted to be burried out dare on farm
He said there wadn't nowhere that he could rest
When I what you'd done I fatched me a shovel found me an old paper sack
I up some dirt from up near the farmhouse
And thought I'd just bring it back
I hope you don't mind if I just sorta scatter these few little of clay
It ain't gonna mess up your pretty green grass he just might sleep this way
Guess I understand please forgive me papa