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 never opened up his

They hired me and and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up chairs
It us seven hours
And I guess we must've drunk a of beer

I guess I ought to go and watch them put him
But I own a suit
And anyway when start talkin' about
The fire in Hell, well, I get

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

Well, here come and who's that
Ridin' in big ol' shiny limousine
Look at all chrome, I do believe
That that's the sharpest thing seen

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

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

Well, not even in the ground
And say that his truck is up for sale
They say she took it hard
But you can't tell too much the veil

Well, listen, that pretty
When the bugler the Military Taps
I think that when in the war
They always hide 'n play a like that

Well, here I am and there go
And I guess you'd just call it my bad
I he rests in peace, the trouble is
The fellow owes me forty