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 piece a' my ham salad
He up an' licked on my nose

He gave him a piece of his ham salad
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 in an' laid hisself down by the gearshift
Curled up and started to

For we went truckin' them highways together
On the byways of we did roam (They did roam...)
With his paws on the dashboard an' his 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 made a fireplug, while I made a phone call
An' when I back, he was gone

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

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

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 ears heard the of old Sloan

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

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 me all over
An' I him his old dirty bone (Old dirty bone...)
Then in the winda jumped a poodle from Pisgah
An' she set on beside Sloan

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

So where ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.