Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Shot Himself

(Tom T. Hall)

He did not seem much a man with a problem
He was small he was quiet he dressed neat and
His job was five days in a making plant
And he drank a few beers on his two days.

His music was country, his faith was in
In fact he had of Christ in his house
He once questioned his daily existence
Nor wondered a lot his life was about.

He was fond of his and he cleaned it too often
He'd go down by the river shoot all day
Stare out the window and sip on the beer
Sometimes he was like children who play.

His music was country, his was in Jesus
In fact he had pictures of in his house
He never once questioned his daily
Nor wondered a lot what his was about.

And some morning he came to my father
And Virgil would you cut my hair for me please
And my father was with razors and scissors
he cut hair with the guys on our street.

His music was country, his was in Jesus
In he had pictures of Christ in his house
He once questioned his daily existence
Nor wondered a lot what his was about.

As small boys would do I sat watchin' my
Dad kidded him bout his jealous wife
The man thanked my father and he to pay him
Went back to his and he took his own life.

His music was country, his was in Jesus
In fact he had pictures of in his house
He once questioned his daily existence
Nor wondered a lot his life was about.

His was country, his faith was in Jesus
In fact he had of Christ in his house
He never questioned his daily existence
Nor a lot what his life was about...