Luyện nghe bài hát Number 37405

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

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

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

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

He in them prison clothes, and stands there at the forkin' road
And prays and waits while he decides
And the close their eyes...

Listens to the sing on a perfect autumn morning
Just down the road, an old church bell