Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who preached the
Said it was a simple way to die
He laid down to rest one
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 drunk a case of beer

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

So I'll just sit here in my
And act like I know him when they pass
Anyway they're all through
got to go to work and mow the grass

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

That must belong to his uncle
Someone said he owned a big farm
When they get parked, I'll down
And look it over that do no harm

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

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

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

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