Luyện nghe bài hát Number 37405

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

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

Well she used to and see him, every other weekend
And him all the news from way back home
It's been two birthdays he's kissed her,
Five seconds he's missed her
Now the perfume on those letters that strong

He's got too much time to think the night 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 on the bench said, "Son, your 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
Today's the day he finally parole

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

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