Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting For The Train

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

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

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 money for the
And our were like some old western movie
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados for a train

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

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

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

beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Like desperados 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 closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang verse to that old song
"Come on, Jack, that son of a are comin' "

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