Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Red

Well I caught my
with man,
and it me 99

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

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

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

Well I 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 take old Red for his run,
I'd just him off
and wait.

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

Well old Red he got real to seeing
his every night.
And so I him away
for three or days,
and waited til the 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 you run?
Old Red's
to a little fun.
Get my lantern,
get my gun.
Red have treat
for the come."

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