Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

hired me and Fred and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up some
It took us seven and
I guess we must have a case of beer

I I oughta go and watch 'em
Put him but I don't own the suit
And anyway they start talkin'
the fire and hell, well I get spooked

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

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

That must belong to his uncle
Someone said he owned a big ole
When get parked I'll mosey down
And look it over that won't do no

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

not even in the ground
And they say his is up for sale
They say she took it hard
But you can't tell too much a veil

Now ain't that pretty
When the bugler plays the military
I that when you's in the war
They always and played a song like that

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