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 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 reached up an' licked on my

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

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

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

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

When one mornin' May, four 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 Interstate highway
And the byways that we to roam (Used to roam...)
From to Red Line, Magnolia 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 have 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 caught a in my left rear-view mirror
An' my heard the sound of old Sloan

runnin' 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 door for old

His tail was a-waggin', his tongue was
And he opened the door for old
Old Sloan...

Well I him a hug as he licked me all over
An' I him his old dirty bone (Old dirty bone...)
Then in through the winda jumped a from Pisgah
An' she set on down Sloan

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

So that's ya been, boy.

Hey! kinda purty.

Aw, Sloan.