Luyện nghe bài hát Papa

Papa was a simple man papa loved his farming
Guess I didn't understand forgive me papa
You can't paint a of a man like papa with something as empty as words
there's no way to measure the thoughness of timber
And it to the softness of birds
Papa was both and yet he was just a hard working God fearing soul
He gave what he had to the ones that he loved and I he loved 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 hardest the that my papa died
All I could think of was how he'd worked and what little comfort he'd found
I guess that's the reason I 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
Figured it's the I could do for my papa
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 that in that big pretty place he just might feel closer to God
The women were 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 white old man
He was kinda shabby 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 long ago
They told me this morning that the big had died
And I thought I should come around
I out to the homeplace to tell him goodbye
They told me that you done brought him to
I remember your papa used to say that when he died he have but one request
He wanted to be burried out on that farm
He there wadn't nowhere else that he could rest
When I heard what you'd done I fatched me a shovel found me an old paper
I scooped up some from up near the farmhouse
And thought that I'd bring it back
I hope you don't mind if I just sorta scatter these few little pieces of
It ain't gonna up your pretty green grass he just might sleep better this way
Guess I understand please forgive me papa