Luyện nghe bài hát Folsome Prison Blues

I hear the train a-comin', it's round the bend,
And I ain't seen the since... I don't know when.
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time dragging on,
But that train a-rollin', on down to San Anton.

When I was just a baby my told me, "Son,
"always be a good boy, don't ever play guns."
But I a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
When I hear that blowin', I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich eatin' in a fancy dining car.
They're drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I I had it comin', I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a-movin', and that's what me.

Well if freed me from this prison, if railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move it on a little farther the line.
Far from Folson Prison, that's I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome blow my blues away.