Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

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

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

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

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

That must belong to his great
Someone said he a big ol' farm
When they get parked mosey down
And look it over, won't do no harm

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

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

Well, listen, ain't pretty
the bugler plays the Military Taps
I think when you's in the war
They hide 'n play a song like that

Well, here I am and they go
And I guess just call it my bad luck
I hope he in peace, the trouble is
The owes me forty bucks