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 farms and he on cars

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

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

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

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

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

Now it's been seventeen right in line
And he ain't been straightened of the time
It's too many days of fightin' the
And too many nights of not bein'
So he

they went through his personal effects
And among the stubs a welfare checks
Was a crumblin' picture of a in a door
And in a dress in Dallas and nothing

The welfare provided the Priest
The couple from the mission the street
'Amazing grace' and no one cried
Except some lady in black way off to the

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

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