Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

They me and Fred and Joe
To dig the and carry 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 just sit here in my truck
And act like I don't him when they pass
Anyway when they're all
got to go to work and mow the grass

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

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

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

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

Well, listen, ain't pretty
When that 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 guess you'd call it my bad luck
I hope he'll rest in peace but is
That owes me forty bucks