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 turned and
To the gray sky overhead.

The late Jay Fry was a good 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 wait to have his fun.
His lost, his battle's won.
He can't count the that blot the sun,
Now that the great gray sky is 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 gray sky kind of man.

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