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 rest one
And opened up his eyes

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

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

So, just sit here in my truck
And act like I know him when they pass
Anyway, when they're all
got to go to work and mow the grass

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

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

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

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

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

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