Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who the funeral
Said it really was a way to die
He laid down to rest one
And opened up his eyes

They hired me and and Joe
To dig the grave and up some chairs
It us seven hours and
I guess we must have a case of beer

I guess I oughta go and 'em
Put him but I don't own the suit
And when they start talkin'
the fire and hell, well I get spooked

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

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

That must belong to his great
Someone said he owned a big ole
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 you take a look at that
That is a pretty dress
You some women do look good in black

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

Now listen that pretty
When the bugler plays the military
I think that you's in the war
always hired and played a song like that

Well, here I am and there go
And I guess you'd it my bad luck
I he'll rest in peace but trouble is
That owed me forty bucks