Luyện nghe bài hát Three Wooden Crosses

A and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
on a midnight bus bound for Mexico
One's for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of were searchin' for lost souls
That driver ever saw the stop sign
An' eighteen wheelers stop on a dime

There are wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not of them, Heaven only knows
I guess it's not you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you you go

That farmer left a harvest, a home and acres,
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young heart
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of of children:
Did her best to 'em all a better start
An' preacher whispered, "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his bible in that hooker's hand

There are three wooden crosses on the side of the highway,
Why there's not of them, Heaven only knows
I guess it's not what you when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave you when you go

That's the story our preacher told last Sunday
As he held blood-stained bible up,
For all of us to see
He said "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an' the
Who gave this to my mama,
Who it to me"

There are three crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why not four of them, now I guess we know
It's not what you take when you leave this world you,
what you leave behind you when you go

There are wooden crosses on the right side of the highway