Luyện nghe bài hát Three Wooden Crosses

A farmer and a teacher, a and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus for Mexico
headed for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of them were for lost souls
That driver never saw the stop sign
An' eighteen wheelers can't on a dime

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

That left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of of children:
Did her to give 'em all a better start
An' preacher whispered, "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained 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 take when you leave this behind you,
It's what you behind you when you go

That's the story that our preacher told last
As he held that 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 wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, now I we know
It's not what you take when you leave this world you,
It's you leave behind you when you go

There are three wooden on the right side of the highway