Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

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

Well it was white port wine that put that look in his
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 just
A little bit to handle and yet"
Then he the thread and his mind got cluttered
And the words just rolled off down the

Well he was an elevator man in a hotel
In exchange for the rent on a one cell
And he was old beyond his time
No thanks to the world and the white port

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

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

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

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

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

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

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