Luyện nghe bài hát The Great Gray Sky

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

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

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

I'd rate Jay Fry an man,
Always a gate crasher, never an ran.
A steady fellow, no in the pan,
With a ready for any fan.
He was a gray sky kind of man.

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