Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

Well, I him on the corner of Seventh and Main
In the Iowa township of (Township of Sloan...)
He's tired, and hungry, he's old, and he's grungy
And in a no-parkin' zone

Well I down an' says "How ya doin', old fella?"
He to get up on his own (On his own...)
I gave him a piece a' my ham salad sandwich
He reached up an' on my nose

He gave him a piece of his ham salad
And up and licked on his nose
Old Sloan...

Well, I opened the door of my old semi
Threw an old dirty shirt on the (On the floor...)
He hopped in an' hisself down by the gearshift
Curled up and started to

For years we went truckin' them highways
On the byways of life we did (They did roam...)
With his paws on the dashboard an' his out the winda
An' his in the breeze, gently blowin'

With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the
And his ears in the gently blowin'
Old Sloan...

When one mornin' last May, four miles north a'
I stopped to use a pay (Pay telephone...)
Old made a fireplug, while I made a phone call
An' when I back, he was gone

Well I searched forty miles of that Interstate
And the byways that we used to (Used to roam...)
From Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia to
But I just find poor ol' Sloan

From Fiscus to Jacksonville, Quick to
Looked the end for old Sloan

Poor ol' fella. He didn't no license, nor shots, nor nothin'.

I he's a goner.

on a cold winter day on the ninth of November
I's drivin' my rig all (All alone...)
When my eye caught a blur in my left rear-view
An' my heard the sound of old Sloan

He's runnin' as fast as his old legs run 'im
An' for me to slow down (To slow down...)
His tail was a-waggin', his tongue was
An' I opened the for old Sloan

His tail was a-waggin', his tongue was
And he the door for old Sloan
Old Sloan...

Well I gave him a hug as he me all over
An' I threw him his old bone (Old dirty bone...)
Then in through the winda jumped a from Pisgah
An' she set on beside Sloan

Then in through the winder a poodle from Pisgah
And set herself beside Sloan.
Old Sloan...

So where ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.