Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and
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 him a piece a' my ham salad sandwich
He reached up an' 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
an old dirty shirt on the floor (On the floor...)
He hopped in an' laid down by the gearshift
Curled up and started to

For we went truckin' them highways together
On the of life we did roam (They did roam...)
With his paws on the dashboard an' his head out the
An' his in the breeze, gently blowin'

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

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

Well I searched forty miles of that highway
And the byways that we to roam (Used to roam...)
From Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia to
But I just find poor ol' Sloan

From Fiscus to Jacksonville, 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 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 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 the door for old Sloan

His was a-waggin', his tongue 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 dirty bone (Old 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 down beside Sloan.
Old Sloan...

So where ya been, boy.

Hey! kinda purty.

Aw, Sloan.