Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados Waiting For The Train

I'd the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the 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 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 too drunk to

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

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

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

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

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

A day before he died, I to see him
I was grown and he was almost
So we just closed our 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
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like waitin' for a train