Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

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

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

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

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

he heard a whistle blowing
In a dreamy of way
The seemed contented for
He smiled where he lay

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

Outside the rain was
On that lonesome door
But the little of Hobo Bill
Lay still upon the

As the train sped through the
And the raging outside
No one knew Hobo Bill
Was taking his ride

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

There was no mother's
To his weary soul
For he was a railroad bum
Who died out in the