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

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

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

There are three 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,
It's you leave behind you when you go

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

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

There are three wooden crosses on the side of the highway