Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

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

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

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

No warm lights around him
No blankets there to
but, the howling wind
And the driving rain so

he heard a whistle blowing
In a kind of way
The seemed contented for
He there where he lay

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

the rain was fallin'
On that boxcar door
But the form of Hobo Bill
Lay still upon the

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

It was early in the
When they raised the head
The smile lingered on his face
But Bill was dead

There was no longin'
To his weary soul
For he was a railroad bum
Who out in the cold