Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting For The Train

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

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

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

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

From the time that I could walk he'd take me 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
They all his "Sidekick"
Like waitin' for a train
desperados waitin' for a train

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

Drinkin' beer and playin' and Forty-two
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a

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

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