Luyện nghe bài hát Desperadoes Waiting For A Train

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

We were friends, me and old man
Like waitin' 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
he's too drunk to

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

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

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

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

Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and
Like waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a

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

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