Luyện nghe bài hát Number 37405

Oh, he listens to the countdown, Sunday morning
a cold solitary prison cell
And the music from his radio is like down a dirt toad
Makes eight by ten a brighter hill

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

Well she used to come and see him, every weekend
And bring him all the news way back home
It's been two birthdays since kissed her,
Five seconds since 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 number

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

He turns in them prison clothes, and there at the forkin' road
And mama prays and while he decides
And the angels their eyes...

Listens to the birds sing on a perfect morning
Just the road, rings an old church bell