Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who the funeral
Said it was a simple way to die
He down to rest one afternoon
And opened up his eyes

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

I guess I oughta go and watch
Put him but I don't own the suit
And anyway when they talkin' 'bout the fire
And hell, I get spooked

So I'll sit here in my truck
And act like I don't him when they pass
Anyway they're 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 that chrome, I do that
That's the sharpest thing I've

must belong to his rich uncle
Someone said he a great 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 is a pretty dress
You know some women do look good in

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

Well, listen, ain't pretty
When that plays the military 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 just call it my bad
I hope he'll rest in but trouble is
That owes me forty bucks