Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

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

I guess I oughta go and them
Put him down but I own the suit
And anyway they start talkin' 'bout the fire
And hell, well I get

So I'll just sit here in my
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 belong to his uncle
Someone said he owned a big farm
When they get parked, I'll down
And look it over that do no harm

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

He's not in the ground
And they say that his is up for sale
They say she it pretty hard
But you can't tell too much a veil

Well, listen, that pretty
When that plays the military taps?
I that when you's in the war
always hired and played a song like 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