Luyện nghe bài hát East Texas Red

(Woddy Guthrie)

Down in the oak country
to the Texas Gulf
There to ride a brakeman,
a double tough.
He worked the of Kilgore,
and Longview twelve down,
And the all said
East Texas Red
he was the meanest around.

If you by night or the broad daylight
in the wind or the sun,
You would always see little East Red
just a sportin' his gun.
And the tale got down the stems and mains,
and everybody
That the bull
on shiney irons
was that little Texas Red.

It was on a and a windy morn'
it was along towards or ten,
A couple of on the hunt of a job
they that blizzardy wind.
Hungry and cold knocked on the doors
of the people around
For a of meat
and a or spud just a boil of stew around.

East Texas Red come down the
and he swung off old number two.
He kicked their bucket a bush
and he dumped out all of stew.
The travellers said, "Little East Red,
you better get business straight
Cause gonna ride
your black train just one year from today."

Well Red he laughed and he climbed the
and he swung on the of a wheeler,
The boys a tanker to Seminole
then to Amarillo.
They caught them a job of oil-field
and followed a down.
It them lots of places
that year
had around.

Then on a and windy day
they caught them a train.
They shivered and shook the dough in their clothes
to the oak flats again,
With their warm of clothes and overcoats
they into a store.
They paid man
for some meat and
just a of stew once more.

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

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