Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Forty Dollars

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

They hired me and and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up some
It took us hours
And I guess, we must have drunk a of beer

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

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

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

That must belong to his great
said, "He owned a big ol' farm"
When they get parked, I'll down
And it over, that won't do no harm

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

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

Well, ain't that pretty
When the bugler the, 'Military taps'
I think that when in the war
They always hide 'n' play a song that

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