Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting for a Train

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

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

He's a drifter and a driller of oil
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 waitin' for a
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 were old men with beer guts and
Lying their lives while they'd played

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

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

Drinkin' beer and 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 gone
So we just our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another verse to old song
"Come on, Jack, son of a guns are comin' "

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