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 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 piece a' my ham salad
He reached up an' 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 shirt on the floor (On the floor...)
He in an' laid hisself down by the gearshift
Curled up and started to

For years we went truckin' them together
On the of life 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 on the dashboard, his head out the winder
And his ears in the breeze blowin'
Old Sloan...

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

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

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

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

I he's a goner.

When on a cold winter day on the of November
I's drivin' my rig all (All alone...)
When my eye caught a blur in my rear-view 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 down (To slow down...)
His tail was a-waggin', his 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 gave him a hug as he me all over
An' I threw him his old bone (Old dirty bone...)
Then in through the winda a poodle from Pisgah
An' she set on beside Sloan

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

So that's ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.