Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

They hired me and and Joe
To dig the and carry up some chairs
It took us hours and I guess
We must've drunk a of beer

I guess I go and watch them
Put him down but I don't own the
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 know him when they
Anyway when all through
got to go to work and mow the grass

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

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

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

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

Well, listen, ain't pretty
When that bugler plays the military
I that when you's in the war
They always hired and played a like that

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