Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

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

The sadness of his eyes
The of his soul
He raised a weak and hand
To away the cold.

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

No warm lights around him
No blankets to fold
but, the howling wind
And the rain so cold

he heard a whistle blowing
In a kind of way
The seemed contented for
He smiled there 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 raging outside
No one that Hobo Bill
Was taking his ride

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

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