Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Forty Dollars

The man who preached the
it really was a simple way to die
He down to rest one afternoon
And opened up his eyes

They me and Fred and Joe
To dig the and carry up some chairs
It took us seven
And I guess, we must have 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 fire in hell, well, I get

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

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

That must belong to his uncle
Someone said, "He a big ol' farm"
When they get parked, I'll mosey
And look it over, won't do no harm

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

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

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

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