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 opened up his

They me and Fred and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up some
It took us seven 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 anyway they start talkin'
'Bout the and hell, well I get spooked

So I'll just sit here in my
And act like I know him when they pass
And anyway when all through
I've got to go to work and mow the

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

must belong to his great uncle
Someone he owned a big ole farm
they get parked I'll mosey down
And look it over that do no harm

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

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

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

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