Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Forty Dollars

The man who preached the
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 put him down
But I don't own a
And anyway they start talkin' about
The in hell, well, I get spooked

So, just sit here in my truck
And act like I don't him when they 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' limousine
Mmh! at all that chrome, I do believe
That that's the sharpest I've seen

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

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

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

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

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