Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who the funeral
Said it was a simple way to die
He laid down to rest one
And never opened up his

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, listen, that pretty
the bugler plays the Military Taps
I that when you's in the war
They always 'n play a song like that

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