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 never opened up his

They me and Fred and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up some
It took us hours and I guess
We drunk a case of beer

I guess I go and watch them
Put him down but I own the suit
And anyway when they start talkin' 'bout the
And hell, I get spooked

So I'll sit here in my truck
And act like I don't know him when pass
when they're all through
I've got to go to work and mow the

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

That must belong to his rich
said he owned a great big farm
When they get parked, mosey down
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 good in black

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

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

Well, I am and there they go
And I guess just call it my bad luck
I he'll rest in peace but trouble is
That owes me forty bucks