Luyện nghe bài hát Number 37405

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

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

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

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

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

He turns in prison clothes, and stands 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 autumn
Just down the road, an old church bell