Luyện nghe bài hát The Great Gray Sky

The great sky loomed large overhead;
The late Jay Fry lay and dead.
had lingered and then fled;
Fortune nodded, turned 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 great sky,
The great gray sky that is nearby.

Don't hate Jay Fry for what 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 rate Jay Fry an man,
a gate crasher, never an also ran.
A steady fellow, no in the pan,
With a autograph for any fan.
He was a great sky kind of man.

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