Luyện nghe bài hát Number 37405

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

Before he started doing all the hard that he's doing
He was singing in them and dives
He dreamed of somebody, now he's number 37405

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

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

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

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

Listens to the birds on a perfect autumn morning
Just down the road, rings an old church