Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

Now he was a wino and true
about everything there is to do
He worked on freighters and he worked in
He on farms and he worked on cars

Well it was white port wine put that look in his eyes
Grown men get they need to cry
We sat down on the curb to
His head just fell on his chest

He says, "Every day it gets just
A little bit to handle and yet"
Then he lost the thread and his got cluttered
And the words just rolled off the gutter

Well he was an elevator man in a cheap
In exchange for the rent on a one room
And he was old years his time
No thanks to the world and the white wine

So he said, "Son", he always me son
He said, "Life for you has begun"
Then he told me the story I'd heard
How he fell in with a Dallas whore

Now he could cut through the years to the night
That it in a whorehouse fight
she turned his last proposal down
In favor of a girl about town

Now it's been seventeen years right in
And he ain't straightened none of the time
It's too many days of the weather
And too many of not bein' together
So he

When they went his personal effects
And among the from a welfare checks
Was a crumblin' picture of a in a door
And in a dress in Dallas and more

The welfare people provided the
The couple the mission down the street
Sang grace' and no one cried
Except lady in black way off to the side

We all left and she was there
The black coverin' her silver hair
Ol' one-eyed said, "Her name was Alice
She used to be a in Dallas"

So let him roll, Lord let him
I bet he's gone to Dallas to his soul
Just you let him roll, Lord let him
He always said that was just a Dallas whore
you let him roll, Lord let him roll
I bet he's gone to Dallas to rest his