Luyện nghe bài hát Papa

Papa was a simple man papa loved his land
Guess I didn't understand please me papa
You can't paint a of a man like papa with something as empty as words
Cause there's no way to measure the of timber
And it to the softness of birds
Papa was both and yet he was neither a hard working God fearing soul
He gave what he had to the ones that he and I guess he loved me best of all
For I was the oldest and we were the we worked that old farm side by side
I guess that's the reason it hit me the hardest the morning that my papa
All I could of was how hard he'd worked and what little comfort he'd found
I guess the reason I hitched up the mule and drove the old buggy to town
I picked out a lot in the big cemetery in the shade of a tall tree
Figured it's the least I do for my papa
After all the that he's done for me
We him a funeral fit for a king and then we laid him to rest in the sod
Somehow I thought that in big pretty place he just might feel closer to God
The were crying as they passed by papa the men stopped and all shook my hand
Most of the mourness had gone when I looked up and noticed white haired old man
He was dressed kinda shabby and he walked with a cane his voice was and low
I had to look twice before I rocognized him he used to for us a long time ago
They told me morning that the big boss had died
And I thought that I should around
I went out to the to tell him goodbye
They told me that you done him to town
I remember your papa to say that when he died he didn't have but one request
He wanted to be burried out dare on farm
He said there nowhere else that he could rest
When I heard what you'd done I fatched me a shovel me an old paper sack
I scooped up some dirt from up the farmhouse
And thought I'd just bring it back
I hope you don't if I just sorta scatter these few little pieces of clay
It ain't gonna mess up your pretty green he just might sleep better this way
I didn't understand please forgive me papa