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 these three
He had two too all right.

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

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

Well I did as I pleased and I said what I
And it drove her out of her mind
So abuses and no damn excuses
I've often been told that I'm one of kind.

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

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

That third one out there there's a story about it
I got that one from my wife
A middle aged with 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 seem to fit any
It's oblong and it's ugly and tasteless
But I got it in here and get it out.

I thanked him for the three sofa story
I yawned and I said my
And on my way home I considered the
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 I've done my time...