Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and
In the township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...)
He's tired, and he's hungry, 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 dirty shirt on the (On the floor...)
He hopped in an' laid hisself down by the
Curled up and to snore

For years we truckin' them highways together
On the byways of we did roam (They did roam...)
With his on the dashboard an' his head 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 breeze blowin'
Old Sloan...

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

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

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

Poor ol' fella. He didn't 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 in my left rear-view mirror
An' my ears heard the sound of old

He's runnin' as fast as his old legs run 'im
An' for me to slow down (To slow down...)
His was a-waggin', his tongue was a-draggin'
An' I opened the 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 dirty bone (Old bone...)
Then in the winda jumped a poodle from Pisgah
An' she set on down beside

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

So that's ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.