Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

Now he was a wino tried and
about everything there is to do
He worked on freighters and he worked in
He on farms and he worked on cars

Well it was white wine that put that look in his eyes
Grown men get when need to cry
We sat down on the to rest
His just fell down on his chest

He says, "Every single day it gets
A bit harder to handle and yet"
Then he lost the thread and his mind got
And the words just rolled off the gutter

he was an elevator man in a cheap hotel
In for the rent on a one room cell
And he was old years beyond his
No to the world and the white port wine

So he said, "Son", he called me son
He said, "Life for you has begun"
he told me the story I'd heard before
How he in love with a Dallas whore

Now he could cut the years to the very night
That it in a whorehouse fight
When she turned his last proposal
In favor of bein' a girl about

Now it's been years right in line
And he ain't straightened none of the time
It's too many of fightin' the weather
And too nights of not bein' together
So he

When they went through his effects
And among the stubs from a checks
Was a picture of a girl in a door
And in a in Dallas and nothing more

The people provided the Priest
The couple from the down the street
Sang grace' and no one cried
Except some lady in black way off to the

We all and she was standin' there
The black coverin' her silver hair
Ol' one-eyed John said, "Her was Alice
She used to be a in Dallas"

So let him roll, Lord let him
I bet he's to Dallas to rest his soul
you let him roll, Lord let him roar
He always said that Heaven was just a whore
Just you let him roll, Lord let him
I bet he's to Dallas to rest his soul