Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

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

The of his eyes revealed
The torture of his
He raised a weak and weary
To brush the cold.

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

No warm lights around him
No there to fold
but, the howling wind
And the driving so cold

he heard a whistle blowing
In a dreamy of way
The hobo contented for
He smiled there he lay

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

Outside the was fallin'
On lonesome boxcar door
But the little form of Bill
Lay still the floor

As the train sped through the
And the raging outside
No one knew Hobo Bill
Was his last ride

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

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