Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When they went his personal effects
And among the stubs from a checks
Was a crumblin' picture of a girl in a
And in a dress in Dallas and nothing

The welfare provided the Priest
The from the mission down the street
Sang 'Amazing grace' and no one
Except some lady in black way off to the

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

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