Luyện nghe bài hát Old Frank

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