Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

Well, I him on the corner of Seventh and Main
In the Iowa township of (Township of Sloan...)
He's tired, and he's hungry, he's old, and he's
And parked in a 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 a' my ham salad sandwich
He up an' licked on my nose

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

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

For years we truckin' them 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, blowin'

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

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

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

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

Poor ol' fella. He didn't no license, nor shots, nor nothin'.

I thought a goner.

When on a cold day on the ninth of November
I's my rig all alone (All alone...)
When my eye caught a 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 down (To down...)
His tail was a-waggin', his tongue was
An' I opened the door for old

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

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

Then in the winder come a poodle from Pisgah
And set down beside Sloan.
Old Sloan...

So that's ya been, boy.

Hey! kinda purty.

Aw, Sloan.