Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

hired me and Fred and Joe
To dig the grave and up some chairs
It took us hours and I guess
We drunk a case of beer

I guess I oughta go and them
Put him down but I don't own the
And anyway when they start talkin' the fire
And hell, well I get

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

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

That belong to his rich uncle
Someone he owned a great big farm
When get parked, I'll mosey down
And look it over that do no harm

Well, must 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

not even in the ground
And say that 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
that bugler plays the military taps?
I think that you's in the war
They always hired and a song like that

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