Luyện nghe bài hát Papa

Papa was a simple man loved 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 it to the softness of birds
Papa was both and yet he was neither just a hard working God soul
He gave what he had to the ones that he loved and I 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 it hit me the hardest the morning that my papa died
All I could think of was how hard he'd worked and what comfort he'd found
I guess that's the reason I hitched up the mule and the old buggy to town
I picked out a lot in the big cemetery in the shade of a maple tree
Figured the least I could do for my papa
After all the things 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 pretty he just might feel closer to God
The were crying as they passed by papa the men stopped and all shook my hand
Most of the mourness had when I looked up and noticed this white haired old man
He was dressed kinda shabby and he walked with a his voice was shaky and low
I had to look twice before I rocognized him he to work for us a long time ago
They told me this morning the big boss had died
And I thought that I should around
I went out to the to tell him goodbye
They told me that you done brought him to
I remember your papa used to say that when he died he didn't have but one
He wanted to be burried out dare on that
He said there wadn't nowhere else that he rest
When I heard what you'd done I fatched me a shovel me an old paper sack
I scooped up some dirt from up the farmhouse
And thought that I'd just bring it
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 better this way
I didn't understand please forgive me papa