Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting For The Train

I'd the Red River 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 desperados for a train
Like waitin' for a train

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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