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 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 reached up an' on my nose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I thought a goner.

on a cold winter day on the ninth of November
I's drivin' my rig all (All alone...)
When my eye caught a blur in my left mirror
An' my ears the sound of old Sloan

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

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

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

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

So that's ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.