Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad of Forty Dollars

The man who preached the
it really was a simple way to die
He laid down to one afternoon
And never up his eyes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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