Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

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

The sadness of his revealed
The of his soul
He a weak and weary hand
To brush the cold.

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

No warm lights around him
No blankets to fold
Nothing but, the howling
And the rain so cold

When he heard a whistle
In a kind of way
The hobo contented for
He smiled there 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 storm
No one knew that Hobo
Was taking his ride

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

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