Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

They me and Fred and Joe
To dig the grave and up some chairs
It took us seven and
I guess we have drunk a case of beer

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

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

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

must belong to his great uncle
Someone he owned a big ole farm
When they get 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 look at
That is a pretty dress
You know some do look good in black

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

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

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