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 through 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A day before he died, I 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, that son of a are comin' "

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