Luyện nghe bài hát The Great Gray Sky

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

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

I'd rate Jay Fry an man,
Always a gate crasher, an also ran.
A steady fellow, no in the pan,
With a autograph for any fan.
He was a gray sky kind of man.

Now, the late Jay Fry lies and dead,
And I'm here praying for my bread.
There's nothing 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 looms overhead.