Luyện nghe bài hát Papa

Papa was a simple man papa his farming land
Guess I didn't understand please forgive me
You can't a picture of a man like papa with something as empty as words
Cause there's no way to measure the of timber
And compare it to the 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 guess he me best of all
For I was the oldest and we the closest we worked that old farm side by side
I guess that's the reason it hit me the the morning that my papa died
All I could think of was how hard he'd worked and what little comfort found
I guess that's the reason I hitched up the mule and drove the old 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 gave him a funeral fit for a 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 were as they passed by papa the men stopped and all shook my hand
of the mourness had gone when I looked up and noticed this white haired old man
He was dressed kinda and he walked with a cane 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 this morning that the big boss had
And I thought I should come around
I went out to the to tell him goodbye
They told me that you done brought him to
I remember your papa to say that when he died he didn't have but one request
He wanted to be burried out dare on that
He said there nowhere else that he could rest
When I heard what you'd done I fatched me a shovel me an old paper sack
I scooped up some dirt up near the farmhouse
And thought that I'd just 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 pretty green he just might sleep better this way
Guess I didn't please forgive me papa