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 one afternoon
And opened up his eyes

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

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

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

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

That must to his great uncle
said he owned a big ol' farm
When get parked I'll mosey 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 is a pretty dress
You know, some women do look good in

Well, not even in the ground
And say that 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 that
When the bugler plays the Taps
I think that when in the war
They always hide 'n play a song that

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