Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Forty Dollars

The man who preached the
Said it was a simple way to die
He laid down to rest one
And never opened up his

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

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

So, I'll sit here in my truck
And act like I know him when they pass
Anyway, they're all through
I've got to go to and mow the grass

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

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

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

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

Well, ain't that pretty
When the bugler plays the, taps'
I think when 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 it my bad luck
I hope he in peace, the trouble is
The fellow me forty bucks