Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

Well, I him on the corner of Seventh and Main
In the Iowa of Sloan (Township of Sloan...)
tired, and he's hungry, he's old, and he's grungy
And parked in a zone

Well I bent 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 of his ham salad sandwich
And reached up and on his nose
Old Sloan...

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

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

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

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

Well I searched miles of that Interstate highway
And the byways that we used to (Used to roam...)
From to Red Line, Magnolia to Woodbine
But I just couldn't find poor ol'

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

Poor ol' fella. He have no license, nor shots, nor nothin'.

I he's a goner.

When on a 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 ears the sound of old Sloan

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

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

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

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

So that's ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.