Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Forty Dollars

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

They hired me and and Joe
To dig the and carry up some chairs
It us seven hours
And I guess, we must drunk 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 about
The fire in hell, well, I get

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

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

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

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

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

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

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