Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

They hired me and and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up chairs
It us seven hours
And I guess we drunk a case of beer

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

So, just sit here in my truck
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, they come and who's that
Ridin' in that big ol' limousine
Look at all chrome, I do believe
That that's the sharpest thing I've

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

Well, that must be the in the car
And you take a look at that
sure is a pretty dress
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 took it hard
But you can't tell too much behind the

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

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