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 opened up his eyes

They hired me and and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up some
It took us hours and
I we must have drunk a case of beer

I guess I oughta go and 'em
Put him down but I don't own the
And when they start talkin'
the fire and hell, well I get spooked

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

Well, here they come and who's ridin'
In big ole shiny limousine
Hmm, look at all chrome
I do that that's the sharpest thing I've seen

That belong to his great uncle
Someone he owned a big ole farm
they get parked I'll mosey down
And it over that won't do no harm

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

He's not in the ground
And say his track is up for sale
They say she took it pretty
But you can't too much behind a veil

Now ain't that pretty
When the bugler plays the taps
I think that when in the war
They always hired and played a song like

Well, here I am and they go
And I guess call it my bad luck
I hope he'll rest in peace but is
That owed me forty bucks