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' I've drilled run dry?"

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

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

And I was a kid
all called his "Sidekick"
Like waitin' for a train
Like 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 heroes of this
So he all dressed up like them old men

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

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

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