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 in bars
He worked on and he worked on cars

it was white port wine that 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 single day it gets
A little bit to handle and yet"
Then he lost the and his mind got cluttered
And the words just rolled off down the

he was an elevator man in a cheap hotel
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 I'd heard before
How he in love with a Dallas whore

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

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

they went through his personal effects
And among the from a welfare checks
Was a picture 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 'Amazing grace' and no one
some lady in black way off to the side

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

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