Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Forty Dollars

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

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

I guess, I ought to go and them put him down
But I own a suit
And anyway when they start talkin'
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 and mow the grass

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

That must to his great uncle
Someone said, "He a big ol' farm"
When get parked, I'll mosey down
And look it over, that do no harm

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

Well, he's not even in the
And they say his truck is up for sale
say, she took it pretty hard
But you tell too much behind the veil

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

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