Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo's Son

one cold summer night sally away
left open wide not a word to say
hard luck took its toll I can't blame her
not might be here tomorrow

she knew better fare when a girl at
hope for a settled life, not world to roam
let my be heard and guide me on her way
not today might be here

been three years and since I held her near
up and down these roads I've looked
and not once have I seen the of her hair
not today might be here

I'll be a hobo's son all my days
whittle off the with a memory for my blade
and carve the of sally dear hoping her to find
not might be here tomorrow