Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

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

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

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

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

must belong to his great uncle
Someone he owned a big ol' farm
When they get parked mosey down
And look it over, that won't do no

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

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

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

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