Luyện nghe bài hát T.J's LAST RIDE

Saturday in the town, as we buried T.J
Good man, spent his life on the K ferry line
He was just a man, nothing grand, a man
But I never heard him treat no-one

Let him down slow, in the slow
Let him down slow, while I dry my
Let him slow, in the ground slow
Let him down slow, it's old T.J's last

He feried model A's to the Cape Cherado
Way my poppa ever had a son
When I was eight or nine I would sit by his porch
And he would tell me stories from in World War one

Let him down slow, in the ground
Let him slow, while I dry my eyes
Let him down slow, in the slow
Let him down slow, it's old T.J's ride

T,J's wife on, it was back in '61
Seems like yesterday, my my how time fly
I would drop by and we'd sit and reminisce
And I'd stare the river so as not to wath him cry

Let him down slow, in the slow
Let him slow, while I dry my eyes
Let him down slow, in the slow
Let him down slow, it's old T.J's last

now here we standwith our memories and prayers
Mourning and crying down to the child
And all that's gathered here will remember T.J
He will miss his river and we'll miss his old

Let him down slow, in the ground
Let him down slow, while I dry my
Let him slow, in the ground slow
Let him down slow, it's old T.J's last

So let him down