Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

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

Well it was white port wine that put that look in his
Grown men get they need to cry
We sat down on the curb to
His head just fell down on his

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We all and she was standin' there
The black veil coverin' her 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 gone 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, let him roll
I bet he's gone to Dallas to rest his