Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

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

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 up an' licked on my nose

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

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

For years we went truckin' them highways
On the byways of life we did (They did roam...)
With his on the dashboard an' his head out the winda
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 mornin' May, four miles north a' Mondamin
I to use a pay telephone (Pay telephone...)
Old Sloan made a fireplug, I made a phone call
An' when I come back, he was

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

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

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

I thought a goner.

When on a cold winter day on the ninth of
I's drivin' my rig all (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 down (To down...)
His was a-waggin', his tongue was a-draggin'
An' I the door for old Sloan

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 threw him his old bone (Old dirty bone...)
Then in through the jumped a poodle from Pisgah
An' she set on beside Sloan

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

So where ya been, boy.

Hey! kinda purty.

Aw, Sloan.