Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

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

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

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

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

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

Now he could cut the years to the very night
That it ended in a whorehouse
When she turned his proposal down
In favor of bein' a girl about

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

When went through his personal effects
And among the from a welfare checks
Was a crumblin' of a girl in a door
And in a in Dallas and nothing more

The people provided the Priest
The couple from the down the street
Sang grace' and no one cried
some lady in black way off to the side

We all left and she was standin'
The veil coverin' her silver hair
Ol' one-eyed John said, "Her name was
She to be a whore in Dallas"

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