Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who preached the
it really was a simple way to die
He down to rest one afternoon
And opened up his eyes

They hired me and and Joe
To dig the grave and carry up chairs
It took us hours and
I we must have drunk a case of beer

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

So I'll sit here in my truck
And act like I don't know him they pass
And anyway 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, look at all chrome
I do believe that's the sharpest thing I've seen

That must to his great uncle
Someone said he a big ole farm
When they get parked I'll down
And it over that won't do no harm

Well, that be the widow in the car
And you take a look at that
That sure is a pretty
You know some do look good in black

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

Now ain't that pretty
the bugler plays the military taps
I think that when 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 he'll in peace but trouble is
That fellow owed me forty