Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting for a Train

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

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

He's a drifter and a 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 give me for the girls
And our lives like some old western movie
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a

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

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

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

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

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

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