Luyện nghe bài hát Desperadoes Waiting For A Train

I played the Red Valley
He'd sit in the and cry
Run his fingers seventy years of livin'
"I wonder, Lord, has every well drilled gone dry?"
We were friends, me and old man

Like waitin' for a train
Desperados for a train

Well, he's a drifter an' a driller of oil
And an old school man of the
He taught me how to drive his car when he w's too to
Oh, and he'd and give me money for the girls

An' our lives were like, some old Western
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados for a train

An' from the time that I could walk, he'd take me him
To a bar called the Frog Cafe
An' there was old men beer guts and dominos
Oh, an they're lying 'bout their while they played

An' I was just a kid, that all called his sidekick
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like desperados for a train

One day I looked up and he's eighty
An' he's brown tobacco all down his chin
Well, to me he's one of the heroes of country
So why's he all up like them old men?

He's drinkin' and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Like a desperado for a train
Like a waitin' for a train

An' then the day before he died, I to see him
I was grown and he was gone
So we just closed our and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang verse to that old song

Come on, Jack, that is comin'
We're desperados waitin' for a train
Like waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like desperados waitin' for a