Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

Now he was a tried and true
about everything there is to do
He worked on and he worked in bars
He worked on farms and he worked on

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

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

Well he was an man in a cheap hotel
In exchange for the on a one room cell
And he was old years his time
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 me the story I'd heard before
How he fell in love with a whore

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

Now it's been seventeen right in line
And he ain't 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 from a welfare checks
Was a crumblin' picture of a in a door
And in a dress in Dallas and more

The welfare provided the Priest
The couple from the mission down the
Sang grace' and no one cried
some lady in black way off to the side

We all and she was standin' there
The veil coverin' her silver hair
Ol' John said, "Her name 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
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 to Dallas to rest his soul