Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting For The Train

I'd play the Red River
And sit out in the kitchen 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
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados for a train

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

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

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

And I was a kid
They all his "Sidekick"
Like desperados for a train
desperados waitin' 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 of this country
So why's he all dressed up them old men

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

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

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