Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill

Hobo
Riding on that freight train speeding through the night
Hobo Bill a bum was fighting for his life
The sadness of his eyes revealed the of his soul
He a weak and weary hand to brush away the cold
Hobo
No lights flickered round him no blankets there to hold
but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold
When he heard a blowing in a dreamy kind of way
The hobo seemed contented for he smiled there he lay
Bill
Outside the rain was falling on lonely boxcar door
But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the
While the train sped through the darkness and the storm outside
No one knew that Bill was taking his last ride
It was early in the morning when they the hobo's head
The smile still lingered on his face but Hobo was dead
was no mother's longing to soothe his weary soul
For he was a railroad bum who died out in the cold