Luyện nghe bài hát Number 37405

Oh, he listens to the countdown, Sunday morning
a cold solitary prison cell
And the music his radio is like freedom down a dirt toad
Makes eight by ten a brighter hill

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

Well she to come and see him, every other weekend
And bring him all the from way back home
It's two birthdays since he's kissed her,
Five seconds since 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, begged him not to drive
Mr. Life of the Party, he's now number

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 stands there at the road
And mama prays and while he decides
And the close their eyes...

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