Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Red

Well I my wife
another man,
and it me 99

on a farm in Georgia,
to the Florida line.
Well I've been here for twelve years,
I made the warden my friend.
And so he me
to a life of
care of Old Red.

Now old Red, the damdest dog
I've ever seen.
Got a nose can smell
a trail,
he's a tracking machine.
You can yourself
mighty
to get the gators and the
fence.
But all these years that
been here and got past Red.

And the sang,
"Come on somebody,
why don't you
Old Red's itching to have a fun.
Get my lantern,
get my gun.
Red will have a
for the come."

I paid off the guard,
and I out a letter
to my up in Tennessee.
Oh, and he down
a hound,
she was as she could be.
Well, pinned her up
in the swampland,
about a mile south of the gate.
When I'd old Red for his evening run,
I'd drop him off
and wait.

And the sang,
"Come on somebody,
Why don't you
Old Red's itching to have a fun.
Get my lantern,
Get my gun.
Red have a treat
for the come."

Well old Red he got real to seeing
his lady night.
And so I him away
for or four days,
and til the time got right.
Well, I my run
with the sun,
and I smiled I let old Red out.
I was headed north to Tennessee,
and old Red was south.

And the sang,
"Come on somebody,
why don't you
Old Red's
to have a fun.
Get my lantern,
get my gun.
Red will treat
for the come."

Now there's red-haired blue
all in the south.
got me in here,
and got me out...*