Luyện nghe bài hát East Texas Red

Down in the scrub oak timber of the Southeast Gulf
There used to ride a brakeman and a brakeman tough
He worked the town of Kilgore and Longview miles down
Us trav'lers called him East Red the meanest bull around.

I rode by night and by broad in wind and snow and sun
I always little East Texas Red sporting his smooth running gun
The tale got switched down the and main and everybody said
The meanest man on the shiny rails was East Texas Red.

It was early in the morning and towards nine or ten
A couple of boys on the of a job stood in the blizzardy wind
Hungry and cold they on the doors of the working folks around
For a piece of meat and a or two to boil a stew around.

Red he come down the dump and he flagged the number two
He kicked their bucket over a and he dumped out all their stew
A traveler said, East Texas Red you better get everything fixed
'Cause you're ride your little train just one year from today.

Red he laughed as he clumb the and swung aside of a wheeler
The boys caught a to Seminole and west to Amarillo
They struck them a job of oil field and followed a pipe line down
It took them lots of places till the had rolled around.

On one cold and day they hooked them a Gulf bound train
They shivered and with dough in their clothes to see Kilgore again
hills of sand and hard froze roads where the cotton wagons roll
On past the of Kilgore and on to old Longview.

With their warm suits of clothes and overcoats walk into a store
pay the man for some meat and stuff to fix a stew once more
The ties they walk back past the yards till come to the same old spot
Where Texas Red just a year ago had dumped their last stew pot.

The smoke of their fire went higher and higher a man come the line
He ducked his head in the blizzardy wind and waved old number
He walked off down the dump till he come to the same old spot
And there was the same three men again around that same pot.

Red to his knees and he hollered,
Please pull that trigger on me.
I did not get my fixed but he did not get his say
A gun wheeled out of an overcoat and it the old one two
And Red was dead when the two men set down to eat their stew.