Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

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

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

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

Well he was an 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 port wine

So he said, "Son", he called 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 the years to the very night
That it in a whorehouse fight
she turned his last proposal down
In favor of bein' a about town

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

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

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

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

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