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 years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' I've drilled run dry?"

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

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

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

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

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

A day before he died, I 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 "

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