Luyện nghe bài hát The Three Sofa Story

(Tom T. Hall)

I was sittin' and drinkin' in an old apartment
On the westside of Nashville one
And in his he had these three sofas
He had two too all right.

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

He said now that first one is a one for sleepin'
I got that one from my wife
She left me half crazy took all of the
And drove off to one night.

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

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

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

That one right out there there's a story about it
I got that one from my wife
A aged lady with money to spend
I she was the love of my life.

Now I like I never got that damn in here
it don't seem to fit any house
It's and shapeless 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 were part of his life.

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