Luyện nghe bài hát Porter Wagoner's Grave

A world-wearied man with tear eyes
Walked in off the street of the uncommonly
Into the church meeting, with story he came
Sometimes angels and are one and the same
The preacher Sir, youre welcome in here
Now tell us as much as youd us to hear
And the stranger said, It was no more an hour ago, people,
I was lookin for for the night.
I to go somewhere out of the way,
peaceful and quiet.
So I went to a cemetery, by Thompson Lane,
and with full respect I entered it and rest from the rain.
I laid down under a sycamore, an I was asleep,
someone said Hello stranger and touched the boots on my feet.
His hair was pure silver, almost a crown of glory on top,
and the rain didnt touch him, not one drop.
His was familiar, it brought me comfort and peace.
He laughed and said, Well, we a strange place to meet,
but I understand, Ive often here to pray,
when the burdens of put stones in my way.
And you see friend, you and me, brothers,
weve never met.
Weve both known heartache, disappointment and the of regret.
The weight of sadness, love and its cost,
and love, a soul is nothing, but empty and lost.
And Ive to tell you, to go on now and be brave.
You can again.
You its her love that you crave.
Go find the one you behind, hold her, take her by the hand.
Show her how much you need her, I shell understand.
Now son you take a look at this ground, its filled with unsaid.
Theres a world of good intentions here in the of the dead.
And friend Im to tell ya, on this very night, I was sent by your Maker, the giver of life, to tell you theres rest
for soul.
Theres and relief, if youll just surrender your burdens.
Lay them at feet.
Walk out of place.
Go now and in the light of a pure perfect presence,
that and forgives.
He wore a long coat, covered in wheels
Red leather boots, with heels
On a dark stormy night, a lost soul was
into the fold on Porter Wagoners grave