Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

They hired me and and Joe
To dig the grave and up some chairs
It us seven hours and I guess
We must've a case of beer

I guess I oughta go and them
Put him but I don't own the suit
And anyway when they start 'bout the fire
And hell, well I get

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

Well, here they 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 belong to his rich uncle
Someone said he owned a big farm
When they get parked, 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
That is a pretty dress
You know women do look good in black

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

Well, listen, ain't pretty
When that bugler the military taps?
I think that when in the war
They hired and played a song like that

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