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 and carry up some chairs
It took us seven
And I guess, we must have drunk a case of

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, listen ain't that
When the bugler plays the, 'Military
I think that you's in the war
They always 'n' play a song like that

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