Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

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

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

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

Well he was an elevator man in a cheap
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 told me the story I'd before
How he fell in with a Dallas whore

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

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

When they through his personal effects
And the stubs from a welfare checks
Was a crumblin' picture of a in a door
And in a dress in Dallas and more

The people provided the Priest
The couple from the down the street
Sang grace' and no one cried
Except some 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 was Alice
She used to be a in Dallas"

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