🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Papa Loved Mama - Garth Brooks

  Loved Mama
 
 Papa drove a truck nearly all his 
 You know it  mama crazy being a trucker's wife
 The part she couldn't handle was  being alone
 I guess she needed more to hold  just a telephone
 Papa called Mama each and  night
 Just to ask her how she was and if us kids were 
  would wait for that call to come in
  Daddy'd hang up she was gone again
 
 Mama was  looker
 Lord, how she 
 Papa was a 
 But the  kind
 Papa loved 
 Mama  men
 Mama's  the graveyard
  in the pen
 
 Well, it was bound to happen and one night  did
  came home and it was just us kids
 He had a dozen roses  a bottle of wine
 If he was  to surprise us, he was doin' fine
 I heard him  for Mama up and own the hall
 Then I h heard a  break against the bedroom wall
 That old diesel  made an eerie sound
 When Papa fired it  and headed into town
 
 Well, the picture in the paper showed the scene real 
 Papa's rig was buried in the local 
 The desk clerk said he saw it all  clear
 He  hit the brakes and he was shifting gears
 
 Mama was a 
 Lord, how she 
 Papa  a good'n
  the jealous kind
 Papa loved 
  loved men
 Mama's in  graveyard
 Papa's in  pen