Luyện nghe bài hát Desperadoes Waiting For A Train

I'd play the Red Valley
And he'd sit out in the and cry
And run his fingers through seventy of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' I've drilled run dry?"

We were friends, me and old man
Like desperados for a train
Like waitin' for a train

a drifter and a driller of oil wells
And an old man of the world
He let me his car
When he's too to

And he'd and give me money for the girls
And our lives were like old western movie
Like desperados for a train
desperados waitin' for a train

From the time that I could walk he'd me with him
To a bar called the Green Cafe
There were old men beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout lives while they'd played

And I was a kid
They all his "Sidekick"
Like waitin' for a train
Like waitin' for a train

One day I looked up and he's eighty
And there's tobacco stains all down his chin
To me one of the heroes of this country
So he all dressed up like them old men

Drinkin' beer and playin' and Forty-two
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like desperados waitin' for a

A day before he died, I to see him
I was and he was almost gone
So we just closed our eyes and us up a kitchen
And sang another verse to that old
"Come on, Jack, son of a guns are comin' "

Like desperados for a train
Like desperados for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like desperados for a train