Luyện nghe bài hát East Texas Red

Down in the scrub oak timber of the Southeast Gulf
used to ride a brakeman and a brakeman double tough
He worked the town of Kilgore and nine miles down
Us called him East Texas Red the meanest bull around.

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

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

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

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

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

With their suits of clothes and overcoats they walk into a store
They pay the man for some meat and stuff to fix a stew more
The ties they walk back past the till they come to the same old spot
East Texas Red just a year ago had dumped their 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 dump till he come to the same old
And there was the same men again around that same little pot.

Red went to his and he hollered,
don't pull that trigger on me.
I did not get my business 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 other two men set to eat their stew.