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 worked in
He worked on farms and he on cars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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