Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now listen ain't pretty
the bugler plays the military taps
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 you'd call it my bad luck
I hope rest in peace but trouble is
That fellow owed me forty