Luyện nghe bài hát The Big Sleep

At the end of the road he calls home
And the fire will consume us striking through to the
At the end of the road you will soon him call
As the congregations crumble and the chapels fall

And the taste on tongue, well, it comes, yeah, it comes
With the bittersweet pang of and pain
Till the is made, the prosecution's won
The gavel has fallen and justice is

The courtroom clears, I'm alone on the bench
My wife and children along with the defense
The bailiff leads me to my cell
Like the river man ferrying me to

I can't blame them, no, to hate me for what done
I them whispering in the hall, you live and die by the gun
All I can do is sit here and pray, be forgiven on judgment day

Tell my wife in our buried underneath the pine
There's a shoe box of money of which I never earned a dime
Use it to start over the way things should have
Live honest and again
Tell my wife, tell my kids, I never for this to happen

When they flip the switch, do not stay
I bear for you to remember me this way