Luyện nghe bài hát The Great Gray Sky

The great gray sky loomed large
The late Jay Fry lay and dead.
had lingered and then 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.
one to pass a sure thing by;
He bet his on the great gray sky,
The great gray sky is always nearby.

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

I'd Jay Fry an above-average man,
a gate crasher, never an also ran.
A fellow, no flash in the pan,
With a autograph for any fan.
He was a great 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 we're already dead.
And the gray sky looms large overhead.
The gray sky looms large overhead.