Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who the funeral
Said it was a simple way to die
He laid down to one afternoon
And never opened up his

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

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

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

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

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

Well, must be the widow in the car
And would you take a at that
sure is a pretty dress
You know women 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 tell too much behind a

Well, listen, ain't pretty
that bugler plays the military taps?
I that when you's in the war
They always and played a song like that

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