Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Red

Well I caught my
with man,
and it me 99

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

Now old Red, the damdest dog
I've ever seen.
Got a nose can smell
a trail,
he's a four-legged machine.
You can consider
mighty
to get the gators and the
fence.
But all years that I've
been and nobody got past Red.

And the sang,
"Come on somebody,
why you run?
Old Red's itching to have a fun.
Get my lantern,
get my gun.
Red will a treat
for the come."

Well I off the guard,
and I slipped out a
to my up in Tennessee.
Oh, and he down
a hound,
she was pretty as she 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 just him off
and wait.

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

old Red he got real used to seeing
his every night.
And so I him away
for three or days,
and til the time got right.
Well, I my run
the evening sun,
and I when I let old Red out.
Cause I was north to Tennessee,
and old Red was south.

And the sang,
"Come on somebody,
why don't you
Old itching
to a little 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...*