Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill

Hobo
Riding on that eastbound freight train through the night
Hobo Bill a railroad bum was fighting for his
The sadness of his revealed the torture of his soul
He raised a weak and weary hand to brush the cold
Hobo
No warm lights flickered round him no blankets to hold
Nothing but the wind and the driving rain so cold
When he heard a blowing in a dreamy kind of way
The hobo contented for he smiled there where he lay
Hobo
the rain was falling on that lonely boxcar door
But the little form of Bill lay still upon the floor
While the train sped through the darkness and the storm outside
No one knew that Hobo was taking his last ride
It was early in the morning when they the hobo's head
The smile still on his face but Hobo Bill was dead
There was no mother's to soothe his weary soul
For he was just a railroad bum who died out in the