Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

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

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

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

Well he was an elevator man in a hotel
In for the rent on a one room cell
And he was old years his time
No thanks to the world and the 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 love with a whore

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

Now been seventeen years right in line
And he been straightened none of the time
It's too many days of the weather
And too many nights of not together
So he

they went through his personal effects
And the stubs from a welfare checks
Was a crumblin' of a girl in a door
And in a dress in Dallas and nothing

The welfare people provided the
The from 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 coverin' her silver 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 gone to Dallas to rest his soul
you let him roll, Lord let him roar
He always that Heaven was just a Dallas whore
Just you let him roll, Lord let him
I bet gone to Dallas to rest his soul