Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

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

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

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

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

For years we went 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, gently

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

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

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

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

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

I thought a goner.

When on a cold 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 heard the of old Sloan

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

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

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

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

So where ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.