Luyện nghe bài hát Three Wooden Crosses

A farmer and a teacher, a and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus for Mexico
One's for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of them were searchin' for lost
That driver never ever saw the stop
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 it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you you go

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

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

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

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

There are three wooden crosses on the side of the highway