Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting For The Train

I'd play the Red Valley
And sit out in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've run dry?"

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

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

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

From the time I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar the Green Frog Cafe
There were old men with beer guts and
Lying 'bout their while they'd played

And I was a kid
all called his "Sidekick"
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like waitin' for a train

One day I looked up and he's pushin'
And there's brown tobacco stains all his chin
To me he's one of the of this country
So why's he all dressed up like 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 grown and he was gone
So we closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang verse to that old song
"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 waitin' for a