Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

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

The sadness of his revealed
The of his soul
He raised a and weary hand
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 driving so cold

When he heard a blowing
In a dreamy of way
The hobo contented for
He smiled there he lay

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

Outside the was fallin'
On that boxcar door
But the little form of Hobo
Lay still upon the

As the train through the darkness
And the storm outside
No one that Hobo Bill
Was his last 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 just a bum
Who died out in the