Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting for a Train

I'd play the Red Valley
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 friends, me and this old man
Like desperados for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a

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

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

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

One day I looked up and he's pushin'
And there's brown tobacco 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' Moon and
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like waitin' for a train

A day before he died, I to see him
I was grown and he was gone
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 "

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