Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, not even in the ground
And they say that his truck is up for
They say she took it pretty
But you tell too much behind the veil

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

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