Luyện nghe bài hát The Great Gray Sky

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

The Jay Fry was a good enough guy,
Not too forward, not too shy.
one to pass a sure thing by;
He bet his on the great gray sky,
The great sky that is always nearby.

Don't hate Jay Fry for what done;
He couldn't wait to his fun.
His battle's lost, his won.
He can't 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 steady fellow, no in the pan,
a ready autograph for any fan.
He was a gray sky kind of man.

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