Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

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

Well it was 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 single day it just
A little bit to handle and yet"
Then he lost the and his mind got cluttered
And the words just off down the gutter

he was an elevator 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 and the white port wine

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

Now he could cut through the to the very night
That it ended in a whorehouse
When she turned his last down
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 nights of not bein' together
So he

When they went his personal effects
And among the stubs a welfare checks
Was a crumblin' picture of a girl in a
And in a dress in Dallas and more

The people provided the Priest
The couple from the down the street
Sang grace' and no one cried
Except lady in black way off to the side

We all left and she was standin'
The black veil her silver hair
Ol' one-eyed 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 to rest his soul
you let him roll, Lord let him roar
He always said Heaven was just a Dallas whore
Just you let him roll, Lord let him
I bet he's to Dallas to rest his soul