Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

Riding on an east bound freight
Speeding through the
Bill, a railroad bum
Was fighting for his

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

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

No warm lights flickered him
No blankets to fold
Nothing but, the howling
And the rain so cold

When he heard a whistle
In a dreamy of way
The seemed contented for
He smiled there he lay

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

Outside the rain was
On that lonesome door
But the form of Hobo Bill
Lay upon the floor

As the train through the darkness
And the raging outside
No one knew Hobo Bill
Was taking his last

It was in the mornin'
When they raised the head
The smile still lingered on his
But Bill was dead

There was no mother's
To soothe his soul
For he was just a bum
Who out in the cold