Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

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

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

For years we went truckin' them highways
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, blowin'

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

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

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

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

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

I thought a goner.

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

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

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

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

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

So that's ya been, boy.

Hey! kinda purty.

Aw, Sloan.