Luyện nghe bài hát Desperadoes Waiting For A Train

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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