Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

Well, I found him on the of Seventh and Main
In the Iowa of Sloan (Township of Sloan...)
tired, and he's hungry, he's 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...)
I gave 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 up and licked on his nose
Old Sloan...

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

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

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

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

Well I forty 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 find 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 winter day on the ninth of November
I's drivin' my rig all (All alone...)
When my eye caught a blur in my left rear-view
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 was a-draggin'
An' I the door for old Sloan

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 threw him his old dirty bone (Old bone...)
Then in through the winda jumped a poodle Pisgah
An' she set on down beside

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

So that's ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.