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 of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well drilled run dry?"

We were friends, me and old man
desperados waitin' for a train
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 wink and give me for the girls
And our lives were like old western movie
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a

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

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

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

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

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

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