Luyện nghe bài hát Number 37405

Oh, he listens to the countdown, every morning
From a cold prison cell
And the music from his radio is like 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 number 37405

Well she to come and see him, every other weekend
And bring him all the from way back home
It's been two birthdays he's kissed her,
Five seconds since 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 judge on the bench said, "Son, your got consequences."
It's what he told him, fifteen ago
He took a life and a fact, he'd give his own to give it back
Today's the day he finally parole

He in them prison clothes, and stands there 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 the road, rings an old church bell