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 a weak and weary hand
To away the cold.

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

No warm lights flickered him
No there to fold
Nothing but, the howling
And the driving 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,

Outside the rain was
On lonesome boxcar door
But the little form of Hobo
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
they raised the hobo's head
The smile still on his face
But Bill was dead

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