Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who the funeral
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 and carry up some chairs
It took us hours
And I guess we must've a case 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 in Hell, well, I get spooked

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

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

That belong to his great uncle
Someone said he a big ol' farm
When they get I'll mosey down
And look it over, that won't do no

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

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

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

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