Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

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

The sadness of his revealed
The torture of his
He raised a weak and weary
To away the cold.

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

No lights flickered around him
No blankets there to
but, the howling wind
And the rain so cold

When he a whistle blowing
In a dreamy of way
The seemed contented for
He there where he lay

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

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

As the train through the darkness
And the storm outside
No one knew that Bill
Was his last ride

It was early in the
When they the hobo's head
The smile still lingered on his
But Hobo Bill was

There was no longin'
To soothe his soul
For he was just a bum
Who died out in the