Luyện nghe bài hát East Texas Red

Down in the oak timber of the Southeast Texas Gulf
There used to ride a and a brakeman double 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 daylight in and snow and sun
I always seen little East Texas Red sporting his smooth gun
The tale got down the stems and main and everybody said
The meanest man on the shiny rails was little East Red.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Red to his knees and he hollered,
don't 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 other two men set down to eat stew.