Luyện nghe bài hát Papa

Papa was a simple man papa his farming land
Guess I didn't 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 thoughness of
And compare it to the softness of
Papa was both and yet he was neither just a 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 were the closest we worked old farm 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 worked and what 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 cemetery in the shade of a tall tree
Figured it's the least I could do for my
all the things that he's done for me
We gave him a funeral fit for a king and we laid him to rest in the sod
Somehow I thought that in big pretty place he just might feel 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 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 twice before I rocognized him he to work for us a long time ago
told me this morning that the big boss had died
And I that I should come around
I out to the homeplace to tell him goodbye
They told me that you done him to town
I remember papa used to say that when he died he didn't have but one request
He wanted to be out dare on that farm
He said there wadn't nowhere 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 dirt from up the farmhouse
And thought 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 grass he just might sleep better this way
Guess I didn't understand please me papa