Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who the funeral
Said it was a simple way to die
He laid to rest one afternoon
And never up his eyes

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

I guess I oughta go and them
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 here in my
And act like I don't him when they pass
Anyway when all through
I've got to go to and mow the grass

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

That must belong to his rich
Someone he owned a great big farm
they get parked, I'll mosey down
And it over that won't do no harm

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

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

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

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