Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From to Jacksonville, Quick to Correctionville
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 cold winter day on the 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 of old Sloan

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

His was a-waggin', his tongue 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 bone (Old dirty bone...)
Then in through the winda jumped a from Pisgah
An' she set on down Sloan

Then in through the winder come a from Pisgah
And set herself down Sloan.
Old Sloan...

So where ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.