Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

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

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

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

No lights flickered around him
No blankets there to
Nothing but, the wind
And the driving so cold

When he heard a 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 form of Hobo
Lay still upon the

As the sped through the darkness
And the raging storm
No one knew that Hobo
Was taking his ride

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

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