Luyện nghe bài hát Number 37405

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

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

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

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

Old judge on the bench said, "Son, crime's got consequences."
what he told him, fifteen 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 prays and waits while he decides
And the close their eyes...

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