Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

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

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

So, I'll sit here in my truck
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, here they come and that
Ridin' in big ol' shiny limousine
Look at all that chrome, I do
That that's the sharpest thing seen

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

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

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

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

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