Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting for a Train

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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