Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

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

The sadness of his eyes
The of his soul
He raised a and weary hand
To away the cold.

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

No warm lights around him
No blankets there to
but, the howling wind
And the driving rain so

When he heard a blowing
In a kind of way
The seemed contented for
He smiled where he lay

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

the rain was fallin'
On that lonesome boxcar
But the little form of Bill
Lay upon the floor

As the sped through the darkness
And the raging outside
No one that Hobo Bill
Was taking his ride

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

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