Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting for a Train

(Guy Clark)

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

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

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

One day I up and
He was pushing
And there was 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
desperadoes waiting for a train
Like desperadoes waiting for a

And the day before he died
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 desperadoes for a train
desperadoes waiting for a train (4 times)