Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

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

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

He him a piece 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 shirt on the floor (On the floor...)
He hopped in an' laid hisself down by the
up and started to snore

For years we went truckin' them together
On the byways of 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...

one mornin' 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 back, he was gone

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

When on a cold 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 heard the sound of old

He's runnin' as fast as his old could run 'im
An' cryin' for me to slow down (To 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 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 poodle from
An' she set on down Sloan

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

So where ya been, boy.

Hey! kinda purty.

Aw, Sloan.