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 through seventy years of
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've run dry?"

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

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

And he'd wink and me money for the girls
And our lives were like some old movie
Like desperados for a train
Like desperados 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 lives they'd played

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

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

Drinkin' beer and playin' and Forty-two
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados 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 another verse to that old
"Come on, Jack, that son of a are comin' "

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