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

hired me and Fred and Joe
To dig the and carry up some chairs
It us seven hours and
I guess we must drunk a case of beer

I I oughta go and watch 'em
Put him but I don't own the suit
And anyway when start 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 when they're all through
I've got to go to and mow the grass

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

must belong to his great uncle
Someone he owned a big ole farm
When they get parked mosey down
And look it over that won't do no

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

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

Now listen that pretty
the bugler plays the military taps
I think that when in the war
They hired and played a song like that

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