Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

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

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

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

Well he was an elevator man in a hotel
In exchange for the rent on a one cell
And he was old beyond 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 before
How he fell in with a Dallas whore

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

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

When they 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 more

The welfare people provided the
The from the mission 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 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 gone to Dallas to his soul
Just you let him roll, Lord let him
He always said that Heaven was a Dallas whore
you let him roll, Lord let him roll
I bet he's gone to to rest his soul