Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill

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