Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

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

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

He says, "Every single day it just
A bit harder to handle and yet"
Then he the thread and his mind 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 years 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"
he told me the story I'd heard before
How he fell in love a Dallas whore

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

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

When went through his personal effects
And among the stubs from a welfare
Was a crumblin' of a girl in a door
And in a dress in Dallas and nothing

The welfare people provided the
The couple from the down the street
Sang 'Amazing and no one cried
Except some lady in way off to the side

We all and she was standin' there
The black veil coverin' her 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 gone to Dallas to rest his
you let him roll, Lord let him roar
He always said Heaven was just a Dallas whore
you let him roll, Lord let him roll
I bet he's to Dallas to rest his soul