Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who preached the
it really was a simple way to die
He down to rest one afternoon
And never up his eyes

They me and Fred and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up some
It took us seven and I guess
We must've drunk a case of

I guess I go and watch them
Put him but I don't own the suit
And anyway when they talkin' 'bout the fire
And hell, I get spooked

So just sit here in my truck
And act like I don't know him they pass
Anyway they're all through
I've got to go to work and mow the

Well, here come and who's that ridin'
In big ole shiny limousine
Look at all that chrome, I do believe
That's the sharpest thing I've

That must belong to his rich
Someone said he a great big farm
When they get parked, I'll down
And look it over that won't do no

Well, that be the widow in the car
And would you take a at that
That sure is a dress
You know women do look good in black

not even in the ground
And say that his track is up for sale
say she took it pretty hard
But you tell too much behind a veil

Well, listen, ain't that
that bugler plays the military taps?
I think that you's in the war
They always and played a song like that

Well, here I am and there go
And I guess just call it my bad luck
I hope he'll rest in but trouble is
fellow owes me forty bucks