Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

Now he was a wino tried and
Done 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 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 bit harder to handle and yet"
he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered
And the words just off down the gutter

Well he was an elevator man in a hotel
In exchange for the rent on a one 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 told me the I'd heard before
How he fell in love a Dallas whore

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

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

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

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

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