Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who the funeral
Said it 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 some
It us seven hours and
I guess we must have drunk a case of

I guess I oughta go and 'em
Put him down but I own the suit
And anyway when they start
'Bout the fire and hell, well I get

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

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

That must belong to his great
Someone said he owned a big ole
When they get I'll mosey down
And look it over 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 some women do look good in black

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

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

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