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

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

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

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

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

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

Drinkin' beer and playin' and Forty-two
Like waitin' for a train
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 dreamed us up a
And sang verse to that old song
"Come on, Jack, that son of a are comin' "

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