Luyện nghe bài hát Let Him Roll

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

it was white port 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 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 just rolled off down the gutter

he was an elevator man in a cheap hotel
In exchange for the on a one room cell
And he was old beyond his time
No thanks to the 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 heard
How he fell in love with a whore

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

Now it's been years right in line
And he ain't been straightened of the time
It's too many days of fightin' the
And too many nights of not bein'
So he

they went through his personal effects
And the stubs from a welfare checks
Was a picture of a girl in a door
And in a in Dallas 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 left and she was there
The black coverin' her silver hair
Ol' John said, "Her name 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 that Heaven was just a Dallas whore
you let him roll, Lord let him roll
I bet he's gone to Dallas to his soul