Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

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

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

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

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

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, blowin'

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

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

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

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

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

I he's a goner.

When on a winter day on the ninth of November
I's my rig all alone (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 legs run 'im
An' cryin' for me to slow down (To down...)
His tail was a-waggin', his tongue was
An' I the door for old Sloan

His tail was a-waggin', his was a-draggin'
And he opened the door for old
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 poodle Pisgah
An' she set on down Sloan

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

So where ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.