Luyện nghe bài hát Papa

Papa was a simple man papa his farming land
Guess I didn't understand please me papa
You can't paint a picture of a man papa with something as empty as words
Cause there's no way to the thoughness of timber
And it to the softness of birds
Papa was both and yet he was neither just a working God fearing soul
He what he had to the ones that he loved and I guess he loved me best of all
For I was the and we were the closest 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 could think of was how hard he'd worked and what little comfort he'd
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 maple
Figured it's the least I could do for my
After all the that 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 big pretty place 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 gone when I looked up and noticed this haired old man
He was dressed kinda shabby and he walked a cane his voice was shaky and low
I had to look before I rocognized him he used to work for us a long time ago
They told me this morning the big boss had died
And I thought that I should come
I out to the homeplace to tell him goodbye
They told me that you done him to town
I remember your used to say that when he died he didn't have but one request
He to be burried out dare on that farm
He said there wadn't nowhere else that he rest
When I heard what done I fatched me a shovel found me an old paper sack
I scooped up dirt from up near the farmhouse
And that I'd just bring it back
I hope you mind if I just sorta scatter these few little pieces of clay
It ain't gonna up your pretty green grass he just might sleep better this way
Guess I didn't please forgive me papa