Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who the funeral
Said it was a simple way to die
He laid down to rest one
And opened up his eyes

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

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

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

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

That must to his great uncle
Someone said he a big ole farm
When they get parked I'll mosey
And look it that won't do no harm

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

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

Now listen ain't that
the bugler plays the military taps
I that when you's in the war
They always hired and played a song that

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