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 never up his eyes

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's not even in the
And say his track is up for sale
They say she it pretty hard
But you tell too much behind a veil

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

Well, here I am and there go
And I guess you'd call it my bad
I hope rest in peace but trouble is
That owed me forty bucks