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 souls
That driver never ever saw the sign
An' eighteen wheelers can't on a dime

There are three wooden on the right side of the highway,
Why not four of them, Heaven only knows
I guess it's not what you 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' teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:
Did her best to 'em all a better start
An' that whispered, "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker's

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

That's the story that our preacher told Sunday
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 three wooden crosses on the right of the highway,
Why there's not of them, now I guess we know
It's not you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's you leave behind you when you go

There are three wooden crosses on the side of the highway