Luyện nghe bài hát Old Frank

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