Luyện nghe bài hát Number 37405

Oh, he listens to the countdown, every Sunday
From a cold prison cell
And the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt
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 dreamed of somebody, now he's number 37405

Well she used to and see him, every other weekend
And bring him all the news from way back
It's been two birthdays he's 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 begged him not to
Mr. of the Party, he's now number 37405

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

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

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