Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting for a Train

I'd the Red River 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
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a

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

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

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

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

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

Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and
Like desperados for a train
desperados waitin' for a train

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

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