Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

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

The sadness of his eyes
The of his soul
He raised a weak and weary
To brush 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,

Outside the was fallin'
On lonesome boxcar door
But the little of Hobo Bill
Lay still upon the

As the train sped the darkness
And the raging outside
No one that Hobo Bill
Was his last ride

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

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