Luyện nghe bài hát Number 37405

Oh, he listens to the countdown, every morning
From a cold solitary prison
And the music from his radio is like freedom down a toad
Makes that eight by ten a hill

Before he started doing all the time that he's doing
He was singing in them honky-tonks and
He dreamed of being somebody, now he's 37405

Well she to come and see him, every other weekend
And bring him all the news from way back
It's been two birthdays since kissed her,
Five since he's missed her
Now the perfume on letters ain't that strong

He's got too much time to think about the night he had too much to
And all his buddies, they begged him not to
Mr. Life of the Party, now number 37405

Old judge on the bench said, "Son, your got consequences."
It's what he him, fifteen years ago
He took a life and that's a fact, he'd give his own to it back
the day he finally gets parole

He turns in them prison clothes, and there at the forkin' road
And mama prays and waits while he
And the angels close eyes...

Listens to the birds sing on a perfect morning
Just down the road, rings an old bell