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

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