Luyện nghe bài hát Desparados Waiting for a Train

By Guy

AND I'D THE RED RIVER VALLEY
AND SIT IN THE KITCHEN AND CRY
RUN HIS FINGERS THROUGH YEARS OF LIVING'
WONDERING, LORD, HAS EVERY WELL I RAN DRY
WE FRIENDS, ME AND THAT OLD MAN
LIKE WAITING FOR THE TRAIN
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE

HE'S A DRIFTER AND A DRILLER OF OIL
AND AN OLD SCHOOL MAN OF THE
TAUGHT ME HOW TO HIS CAR WHEN HE'S TOO DRUNK TO
AND HE'D WINK AND GIVE ME MONEY FOR THE
AND OUR LIVES WAS LIKE SOME OLD WESTERN
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE

FROM THE TIME I COULD WALK HE'D TAKE ME WITH HIM
TO A PLACE CALLED THE GREEN CAFE
AND WAS OLD MEN WITH BEER GUTS AND DOMINOES
LYING' ABOUT LIVES WHILE THEY PLAYED
LIKE DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE
DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN

AND I LOOKED UP AND HE WAS EIGHTY
AND WAS BROWN TOBACCO STAINS ALL DOWN HIS CHIN
TO ME HE'S ONE OF THE HEROES OF THIS
SEE WHY'S HE ALL UP LIKE SOME OLD MAN
DRINKING' BEER AND PLAYING' IN FORTY-TWO
LIKE WAITING FOR THE TRAIN
LIKE WAITING FOR THE TRAIN

THE DAY HE DIES I WENT TO SEE HIM
I WAS AND HE WAS ALMOST GONE
WE JUST CLOSED OUR AND DREAMT US UP A KITCHEN
AND SANG ANOTHER VERSE TO THAT OLD
"DON'T CRY, JACK, IT'S JESUS COMING"
DESPERADOS WAITING FOR THE TRAIN
LIKE WAITING FOR THE TRAIN
LIKE DESPERADOS FOR THE TRAIN