Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting for a Train

(Guy Clark)

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

Well he's a drifter and a driller of oil
And an old school man of the
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 like old western movie
Like waiting for a train
Like waiting for a train

From the time that I walk
take me with him
To a bar called the green cafe
There was old men with guts and dominoes
Lying their lives while they played
And I was a kid
all called me sidekick
Like desperadoes waiting for a
desperadoes waiting for a train

One day I up and
He was pushing
And was brown tobacco stains
All his chin
To me he was one of the
Of country
So why's he all up like them old men
Drinking beer amd playing and forty-two
desperadoes waiting for a train
Like waiting for a train

And then the day he died
I to see him
And I was and he was almost gone
So we closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another to that old song

Come on, jack, the son-of-a-bitch is

We're like desperadoes waiting for a
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