Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

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

Well I bent 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 up an' licked on my nose

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

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

For years we went them highways together
On the byways of life we did (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' last May, miles north a' Mondamin
I to use a pay telephone (Pay telephone...)
Old Sloan a fireplug, while I made a phone call
An' when I back, he was gone

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

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

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

I thought a goner.

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

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

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

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

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

So that's ya been, boy.

Hey! kinda purty.

Aw, Sloan.