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 something as empty as
Cause no way to measure the thoughness of timber
And compare it to the softness of
was both and yet he was neither just a hard working God fearing soul
He gave what he had to the ones that he loved and I guess he me best of all
For I was the oldest and we were the we worked that old farm side by side
I guess that's the it hit me the hardest the morning that my papa died
All I think of was how hard he'd worked and what little comfort he'd found
I that's the reason I hitched up the mule and drove the old buggy to town
I picked out a lot in the big cemetery in the shade of a maple tree
it's the least I could do for my papa
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 pretty place he just feel closer to God
The women crying as they 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 his voice was shaky and low
I had to look twice before I rocognized him he used to work for us a time ago
They told me morning that the big boss had died
And I thought that I come around
I went out to the homeplace to tell him
They told me that you brought him to town
I remember your papa used to say that he died he didn't have but one request
He wanted to be out dare on that farm
He there wadn't nowhere else that he could rest
When I heard what you'd done I me a shovel found me an old paper sack
I scooped up dirt from up near the farmhouse
And thought that I'd just bring it
I hope you don't mind if I just sorta scatter few little pieces of clay
It ain't gonna mess up your pretty grass he just might sleep better this way
Guess I understand please forgive me papa