Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting for a Train

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

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

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

From the time that I could walk take me with him
To a bar called the Frog Cafe
There were old men with beer guts and
Lying 'bout their lives 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 he's eighty
And there's brown tobacco stains all his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of country
So he all dressed up like them old men

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

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

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