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 in bars
He worked on farms and he worked on

Well it was white port that put that look in his eyes
Grown men get they need to cry
We sat down on the 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 got cluttered
And the words rolled off down the gutter

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

So he said, "Son", he always 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 Dallas

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

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

When they went through his personal
And among the from 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 some lady in way off to the side

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

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