Luyện nghe bài hát The Three Sofa Story

(Tom T. Hall)

I was sittin' and in an old friend's apartment
On the westside of one night
And in his apaprtment he had three sofas
He had two too all right.

I said tell me about these three sofas
And start with black on there first
He said there's story in of the sofas
But me a minute for quenchin' my thirst.

He said now that first one is a good one for
I got one from my first wife
She left me half took all of the babies
And off to Houston one night.

Well I did as I pleased and I said I thought
And it drove her right out of her
So many and no damn excuses
I've often told that I'm one of that kind.

Now second sofa I got that from a pal
Who was and was headed back home
He was ram cut and rusty out and dusty
And I got thing for a song.

On long winter evenings I'd sit on that
And listened what fella sing
While I do without it but there's something about it
That makes me the attentions to the thing.

That third one right out there a story about it
I got that one from my wife
A middle aged lady money to spend
I guess she was the of my life.

Now I like I never got damn thing in here
Cause it don't to fit any house
It's oblong and shapeless ugly and tasteless
But I got it in here and get it out.

I thanked him for tellin' the three story
I yawned and I said my
And on my way home I the safas
And how they part of his life.

Buddies and sweethearts the and losers
conjuring up in my mind
And it's all in the tellin' of the three story
Just one of the places where I've my time...