Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

Now he was a tried and true
Done everything there is to do
He on freighters and he worked 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 down on his

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

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

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 love with a whore

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

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

When went through his personal effects
And among the stubs a welfare checks
Was a crumblin' picture of a girl in a
And in a dress in and nothing more

The welfare people the Priest
The couple the mission down the street
Sang 'Amazing and no one cried
some lady in black way off to the side

We all and she was standin' there
The black veil coverin' her hair
Ol' John 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 rest his
you let him roll, Lord let him roar
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