Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill

Hobo
Riding on that eastbound freight train speeding through the
Hobo Bill a bum was fighting for his life
The sadness of his revealed the torture of his soul
He raised a weak and weary hand to brush the cold
Hobo
No lights flickered round him no blankets there to hold
Nothing but the howling wind and the driving rain so
When he a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way
The hobo seemed contented for he smiled where he lay
Bill
Outside the rain was falling on that lonely boxcar
But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the
While the train sped through the darkness and the raging outside
No one knew Hobo Bill was taking his last ride
It was early in the morning when they raised the 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 just a railroad bum who died out in the