Luyện nghe bài hát Number 37405

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

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

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

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

Old judge on the bench said, "Son, crime's got consequences."
It's what he him, fifteen years ago
He took a life and that's a fact, give his own to give it back
Today's the day he finally 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 sing on a perfect autumn morning
Just down the road, rings an old church