Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

Riding on an east freight train
through the night
Hobo Bill, a bum
Was fighting for his

The of his eyes revealed
The torture of his
He raised a weak and hand
To brush the cold.

Ho-ho-o, bo-o-o,

No warm flickered around him
No there to fold
but, the howling wind
And the driving so cold

When he a whistle blowing
In a dreamy of way
The hobo contented for
He smiled where he lay

Ho-ho-o, bo-o-o,

the rain was fallin'
On lonesome boxcar door
But the little form of Hobo
Lay still the floor

As the sped through the darkness
And the storm outside
No one knew that Bill
Was taking his last

It was early in the
When raised the hobo's head
The smile still on his face
But Hobo was dead

was no mother's longin'
To soothe his weary
For he was just a bum
Who died out in the