Luyện nghe bài hát The Great Gray Sky

The great gray sky large overhead;
The Jay Fry lay cold and dead.
Fate had and then fled;
Fortune nodded, turned and sped
To the gray sky overhead.

The Jay Fry was a good enough guy,
Not too forward, not too shy.
Never one to pass a sure by;
He bet his on the great gray sky,
The great sky that is always nearby.

Don't hate Jay Fry for what he's
He couldn't wait to his fun.
His lost, his battle's won.
He can't count the clouds blot the sun,
Now that the great gray sky is one.

I'd Jay Fry an above-average man,
Always a crasher, never an also ran.
A steady fellow, no in the pan,
With a autograph for any fan.
He was a great gray sky of man.

Now, the Jay Fry lies cold and dead,
And I'm here praying for my bread.
There's nothing left to say, all been said.
No one left to we're already dead.
And the gray sky looms large overhead.
The great gray sky large overhead.