Two musicians were in a third worlld country. Both were captured by the Junta and charged with spying, a capital offense. After a brief kangaroo trial, they were sentenced to death by firing squad.
On the way to the execution wall, the sargeant in charge of the squad, told both men that they could have one last request.
The first man said, "I'm a country music singer, and I'd like to hear 'Achy Breaky Heart' just couple of times that I could sing along with before I die."
The sargeant said that would be no problem, and turned to the other man. "What is your request?"
Two musicians were in a third worlld country. Both were captured by the Junta and charged with spying, a capital offense. After a brief kangaroo trial, they were sentenced to death by firing squad.
On the way to the execution wall, the sargeant in charge of the squad, told both men that they could have one last request.
The first man said, "I'm a country music singer, and I'd like to hear 'Achy Breaky Heart' just couple of times that I could sing along with before I die."
The sargeant said that would be no problem, and turned to the other man. "What is your request?"
"I'm a jazz musician. Please, kill me now."