Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting for a Train

(Guy Clark)

And I'd the red river valley
And sit in the kitchen and he'd 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 waiting for a

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

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

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

And then the day 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 verse to that old song

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

We're like desperadoes waiting for a
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