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 seventy of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has well I've drilled run dry?"

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

He's a drifter and a driller of oil
And an old man of the world
He let me his car
he's too drunk to

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

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

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

One day I looked up and he's pushin'
And there's brown tobacco stains all down his
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
desperados waitin' for a train
Like waitin' for a train

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

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