Luyện nghe bài hát East Texas Red

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

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

It was early in the and along towards nine or ten
A couple of boys on the of a job stood in the blizzardy wind
Hungry and cold knocked on the doors of the working folks around
For a piece of and a spud 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, Mister East Red you better get everything fixed
'Cause gonna ride your little train just one year from today.

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

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

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

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

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