Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

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

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

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

No warm flickered around him
No there to fold
Nothing but, the wind
And the rain so cold

he heard a whistle blowing
In a dreamy of way
The hobo contented for
He there where he lay

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

the rain was fallin'
On lonesome boxcar door
But the little form of Bill
Lay still upon the

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

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

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