Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

Riding on an east bound train
Speeding the night
Bill, a railroad bum
Was fighting for his

The sadness of his eyes
The torture of his
He raised a weak and hand
To away the cold.

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

No lights flickered around him
No blankets to fold
but, the howling wind
And the driving rain so

he heard a whistle blowing
In a dreamy of way
The seemed contented for
He smiled 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 Hobo Bill
Was taking his last

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

There was no longin'
To soothe his soul
For he was a railroad bum
Who out in the cold