Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

Now he was a wino and true
Done 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 wine that put look in his eyes
men get when 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 bit harder to handle and yet"
Then he lost the thread and his mind got
And the just rolled off down the gutter

he was an elevator man in a cheap hotel
In for the rent 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"
Then he told me the I'd heard before
How he fell in love with a Dallas

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

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

When went through his personal effects
And among the stubs a welfare checks
Was a crumblin' picture of a in a door
And in a in Dallas and nothing more

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

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

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