Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting For The Train

I'd sing the Red River
And sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of
Lord has every well I drilled ran dry
We were friends me and old man

Like desperados waiting for the
Like waiting for the train

a drifter and a driller of oil wells
And an old school man of the
me how to drive his car when he's too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the
And our lives was like some old movie

Like desperados for the train
Like waiting for the train

From the time that I could walk he take me him
To a place called the Green Frog
There was old men beer guts and dominoes
Lyin' bout their lives they'd play
And I was a kid that they all called his sidekick

Like desperados for the train
Like waiting for the train

Now I looked up and he was eighty
And there's brown tobacco all down his chin
To me he's one of the of this country
So he all dressed up like some old men
beer and playing moon and 42

Like desperados for the train
Like desperados waiting for the

Then just before he died I to see him
I was grown and he was gone
We closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another to that old song
Don't cry it's only Jesus comin'

Like desperados waiting for the
desperados waiting for the train
Like desperados waiting for the