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 one afternoon
And opened 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 case of

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

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

Well, here they 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 belong to his great uncle
Someone said he owned a big ole
When they get parked I'll down
And look it that won't do no harm

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

Now listen ain't that
When the bugler the military taps
I think when you's in the war
They hired and played a song like that

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