Luyện nghe bài hát The Three Sofa Story

(Tom T. Hall)

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

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

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

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

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

On long winter I'd sit on that sofa
And what that fella sing
While I could do without it but something about it
makes me believe the attentions to the thing.

That third one right out there there's a about it
I got one from my second wife
A middle aged with money to spend
I guess she was the of my life.

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

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

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