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 well I've drilled run dry?"

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

From the 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 'bout their lives while played

And I was a kid
all called his "Sidekick"
Like desperados for a train
Like waitin' 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 heroes of this
So why's he all up like them old men

beer and playin' 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 and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another to that old song
"Come on, Jack, that son of a guns are "

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