Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

Riding on an east bound freight
Speeding the night
Hobo Bill, a 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 there to fold
Nothing but, the howling
And the driving rain so

When he heard a blowing
In a kind of way
The hobo seemed for
He smiled there he lay

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

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

As the sped through the darkness
And the storm outside
No one knew Hobo Bill
Was his last ride

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

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