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 opened up his eyes

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

I guess, I ought to go and watch put him down
But I don't own a
And anyway when start talkin' about
The fire in hell, well, I get

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

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

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

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

Well, not even in the ground
And they say that his truck is up for
say, she took it pretty hard
But you can't tell too much behind the

Well, listen ain't that
When the bugler plays the, taps'
I think that when in the war
They hide 'n' play a song like that

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