Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting for a Train

(Guy Clark)

And I'd play the red valley
And sit in the kitchen and he'd cry
And run his
seventy years of living
And wonder, Lord, has well I've drilled gone dry
We were friends me and old man
Like desperadoes waiting for a
desperadoes waiting for a train

Well he's a drifter and a driller of oil
And an old school man of the
He me how to drive his car
When too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the
And our lives were like old western movie
Like desperadoes for a train
Like desperadoes waiting for a

From the time that I could
He'd take me him
To a bar called the green cafe
There was old men with beer guts and
Lying about lives while they played
And I was a kid
They all me sidekick
Like desperadoes waiting for a
Like desperadoes waiting for a

One day I up and
He was eighty
And was brown tobacco stains
All down his
To me he was one of the
Of country
So he all dressed up like them old men
Drinking beer amd moon and forty-two
Like desperadoes waiting for a
Like desperadoes waiting for a

And then the day before he
I to see him
And 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, the son-of-a-bitch is

We're like waiting for a train
Like desperadoes for a train (4 times)