Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Forty Dollars

The man who the funeral
Said it was a simple way to die
He down to rest one afternoon
And never opened up his

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

I I oughta go and watch 'em
Put him down but I 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 pass
And anyway they're all through
I've got to go to work and mow the

Well, here they come and that ridin'
In big ole shiny limousine
Hmm, at all that chrome
I do believe that that's the thing I've 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 that won't do no

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

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

Now listen ain't pretty
When the bugler plays the military
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 bucks