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 worked in
He on farms and he worked on cars

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

He says, "Every single day it gets
A little bit to handle and yet"
Then he lost the thread and his got cluttered
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 room
And he was old years beyond his
No to the world and the white port wine

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

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

Now it's been seventeen right in line
And he ain't been none of the time
It's too many days of the weather
And too many nights of not bein'
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 in Dallas and nothing more

The people provided the Priest
The couple the mission down the street
Sang 'Amazing and no one cried
Except lady in black way off to the side

We all and she was standin' there
The black veil coverin' her silver
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 gone to Dallas to rest his
you let him roll, Lord let him roar
He said that Heaven was just a Dallas whore
you let him roll, Lord let him roll
I bet gone to Dallas to rest his soul