Luyện nghe bài hát Old Frank

Sittin' by a campfire eatin' old pork and
Waitin' on an old freight headin' south to New Orleans
They say it's warm and there's a hot a pretty Creol
So I'm leavin' this poor north so cold and eatin' shramps of beans
Just like old Frank there by me the fire was dying neath the pot
And his hands so old tremble from the cold a scene never forgot
He son go on home to your mama before you wind up like me
Hurtin' everyone includin' yourself don't waste your life foolishly
I could see the filling his eyes as he handed me a picture faded bad
And as the angel of death his last breath
There's standing by me in the I could see old Frank and it was sign of death