Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who preached the
Said it really was a way to die
He laid down to one afternoon
And never up his eyes

They me and Fred and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up some
It took us seven
And I we must've drunk a case of beer

I guess I ought to go and watch them put him
But I don't own a
And anyway when they talkin' about
The in Hell, well, I get spooked

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

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

must belong to his great uncle
Someone he owned a big ol' farm
When they get parked I'll mosey
And look it over, won't do no harm

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

Well, he's not even in the
And they say that his truck is up for
They say she took it hard
But you can't tell too much behind the

Well, listen, ain't that
When the plays the Military Taps
I think that you's in the war
They always hide 'n play a song that

Well, I am and there they go
And I you'd just call it my bad luck
I hope he rests in peace, the is
The fellow me forty bucks