Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

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

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 sandwich
He up an' licked on my nose

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

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

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 out the winda
An' his ears in the breeze, blowin'

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

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

Well I searched forty miles of that highway
And the that we used to roam (Used to roam...)
From to Red Line, Magnolia to Woodbine
But I just 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 he's a goner.

When on a cold winter day on the of November
I's my rig all alone (All alone...)
my eye caught a blur in my left rear-view mirror
An' my ears the sound of old Sloan

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

His tail was a-waggin', his tongue was
And he opened the for old Sloan
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 through the winda jumped a poodle Pisgah
An' she set on down Sloan

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

So where ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.