Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

Riding on an east freight train
Speeding through the
Hobo Bill, a bum
Was fighting for his

The sadness of his revealed
The of his soul
He raised a and weary hand
To brush the cold.

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

No warm lights around him
No blankets to fold
Nothing but, the howling
And the rain so cold

When he heard a whistle
In a dreamy of way
The seemed contented for
He there where he lay

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

Outside the was fallin'
On that lonesome boxcar
But the little form of Hobo
Lay still the floor

As the train through the darkness
And the raging storm
No one that Hobo Bill
Was his last ride

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

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