Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting For The Train

I'd the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the and cry
And run his fingers through seventy of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well drilled run dry?"

We were friends, me and old man
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like desperados waitin' for a

He's a drifter and a of oil wells
And an old man of the world
He let me his car
he's too drunk to

And he'd wink and give me money for the
And our lives like some old western movie
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados for a train

From the that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog
There were old men with beer and dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while played

And I was a kid
They all his "Sidekick"
Like desperados for a train
Like desperados for a train

One day I looked up and pushin' eighty
And there's brown tobacco stains all down his
To me he's one of the heroes of this
So why's he all dressed up them old men

Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and
Like waitin' for a train
Like waitin' for a train

A day he died, I went to see him
I was and he was almost gone
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a
And sang another to that old song
"Come on, Jack, that son of a guns are "

Like waitin' for a train
Like desperados for a train
Like waitin' for a train
Like desperados for a train