Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

They hired me and and Joe
To dig the grave and up some chairs
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 when they start talkin' 'bout the fire
And hell, I get spooked

So I'll just sit 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, they come and who's that ridin'
In that big ole shiny
Look at all chrome, I do believe that
the sharpest thing I've seen

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

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

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

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

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