Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, here I am and there go
And I you'd just call it my bad luck
I he'll rest in peace but trouble is
That fellow me forty bucks