Luyện nghe bài hát Three Wooden Crosses

A farmer and a teacher, a and a preacher,
Ridin' on a bus bound for Mexico
One's for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of them were for lost souls
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 four of them, Heaven only
I guess it's not what you take when you this world behind you,
It's what you behind you when you go

That left a harvest, a home and eighty 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 to give 'em all a better start
An' that 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 not four of them, Heaven only knows
I guess it's not what you take when you leave world behind you,
It's you leave 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 "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an' the preacher
Who this Bible 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 this world behind you,
It's what you behind you when you go

There are three wooden crosses on the side of the highway