Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who preached the funeral said it really was a way to die
He laied down to rest one afternoon and never up his eyes
They hired me and Fred and Joe to dig the grave and carry up chairs
It took us seven hours and I guess we must drunk a case of beer

I guess I oughta go and watch put him down but I don't own the suit
And anyway when they start talkin' bout the fire and well I get spooked
So just sit here in my truck and act like I don't know him when they pass
And ayway when they're all through got to go to work and mow the grass

Well they come and who's that riding in that big ol' shiny limousine
Look at all that chrome I do believe that that's the thing I've seen
That must belong to his great Uncle someone he owned a big ol' farm
When they get parked I'll mosey down and look it over that do no harm

Well that must be the in the car and would you take a look at that
That sure is a pretty you know some women do look good in black
But he's not even in the ground and they say his is up for sale
They say she took it pretty hard but you can't tell too behind a veil

Well listen ain't that pretty the bugler plays the military taps
I think that when you's in the war they always hide and a song like that
Well here I am and there go and I guess you'd call it my bad luck
I hope rest in peace but trouble is the fellow owed me forty bucks