Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who the funeral
it really was a simple way to die
He laid down to one afternoon
And never opened up his

hired me and Fred and Joe
To dig the grave and up some chairs
It took us seven and I guess
We must've drunk a of beer

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

So I'll just sit in my truck
And act I don't know him when they pass
Anyway when they're all
got to go to work and mow the grass

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

That must to his rich uncle
Someone said he owned a great big
When they get parked, mosey down
And look it over won't do no harm

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

He's not even in the
And they say his track is up for sale
say she took it pretty hard
But you can't tell too behind a veil

Well, listen, that pretty
When that bugler plays the taps?
I think that you's in the war
They always hired and played a song that

Well, here I am and they go
And I guess you'd call it my bad luck
I he'll rest in peace but trouble is
That fellow owes me bucks