Luyện nghe bài hát The Great Gray Sky

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

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

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

I'd Jay Fry an above-average man,
Always a gate crasher, an also ran.
A fellow, no flash in the pan,
a ready autograph for any fan.
He was a great sky kind of man.

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