Luyện nghe bài hát Three Wooden Crosses

A and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
on a midnight bus bound for Mexico
One's for vacation, one for higher education,
An' two of were searchin' for lost souls
That driver never ever saw the stop
An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a

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 this world you,
It's what you leave behind you you go

farmer 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 best to give 'em all a better
An' that preacher whispered, "Can't you see the Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker's

are three 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's the story that our preacher told last
As he that blood-stained 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 side of the highway,
Why not four of them, now I guess we know
It's not what you take you leave this world behind you,
what you leave behind you when you go

There are three wooden on the right side of the highway