Luyện nghe bài hát Papa

Papa was a man papa loved his farming land
Guess I didn't understand please forgive me
You can't paint a picture of a man like with something as empty as words
there's no way to measure the thoughness of timber
And compare it to the softness of
Papa was both and yet he was neither just a hard working God 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 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 and what little comfort he'd found
I guess that's the 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 tall tree
it's the least I could do for my papa
After all the things that he's for me
We gave him a funeral fit for a king and then we him to rest in the sod
Somehow I thought in that big pretty place he just might feel closer to God
The women were crying as they passed by papa the men stopped and all my hand
of the mourness had gone when I looked up and noticed this white haired old man
He was kinda shabby and he walked with a cane his voice was shaky and low
I had to twice before I rocognized him he used to work for us a long time ago
They 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
told me that you done brought him to town
I remember your used 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 else that he could rest
When I what you'd done I fatched me a shovel found me an old paper sack
I scooped up some dirt from up near the
And that I'd just bring it back
I hope you don't mind if I just sorta scatter these few little pieces of
It ain't gonna mess up your green grass he just might sleep better this way
Guess I didn't please forgive me papa