Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

Now he was a wino tried and
Done about there is to do
He worked on freighters and he worked in
He worked on and he worked on cars

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

He says, "Every single day it gets
A bit harder 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 port

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

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

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

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

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

We all left and she was standin'
The black veil coverin' her silver
Ol' John said, "Her name 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
Just you let him roll, Lord let him
He said that Heaven was just a Dallas whore
you let him roll, Lord let him roll
I bet he's gone to Dallas to his soul