Luyện nghe bài hát East Texas Red

(Woddy Guthrie)

Down in the scrub oak
to the Texas Gulf
There to ride a brakeman,
a brakeman tough.
He the town of Kilgore,
and Longview twelve down,
And the travellers all
East Texas Red
he was the bull around.

If you rode by night or the broad
in the wind or the sun,
You would always see East Texas Red
a sportin' his smooth-runnin gun.
And the tale got switched down the and mains,
and said
That the bull
on shiney irons
was that little Texas Red.

It was on a and a windy morn'
it was towards nine or ten,
A couple of boys on the of a job
they that blizzardy wind.
and cold they knocked on the doors
of the workin' people
For a piece of
and a carrot or just a boil of stew around.

Texas Red come down the line
and he off that old number two.
He kicked their bucket over a
and he dumped out all of stew.
The said, "Little East Texas Red,
you get your business straight
Cause you're gonna
your little black train just one year today."

Well Red he and he climbed the bank
and he on the side of a wheeler,
The boys caught a to Seminole
then to Amarillo.
They them a job of oil-field work
and followed a down.
It took lots of places
before that
had around.

on a cold and windy day
they them a Gulf-bound train.
They shivered and with the dough in their clothes
to the scrub oak again,
With their warm suits of clothes and
they into a store.
They paid man
for meat and stuff
just a boil of stew more.

The ties they down that cinder dump
and come to the same old spot
Where East Red just a year ago
had their last stew pot.
Well, the smoke of their fire went and higher
and Red down the line.
With his head tucked low in the wind
he old number nine.
He walked on down the jungle yard
and he came to the same old
And there was the same two men
that same stew pot.

Red to his kness and he hollered
"Please, pull your trigger on me.
I did not get my straight."
But he did not get his say.
A gun out of an overcoat
and it that old one two,
And Red was dead the other two men
sat down to eat stew.