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

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

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

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

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

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

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