Luyện nghe bài hát Three Wooden Crosses

A farmer and a teacher, a and a preacher,
on a midnight bus bound for Mexico
One's for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of them were searchin' for lost
driver never ever 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 when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you behind you when you go

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

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

That's the story that our preacher last Sunday
As he held that blood-stained 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 three crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, now I guess we
It's not what you take when you leave world behind you,
It's what you behind you when you go

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the