Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and
In the Iowa township of (Township of Sloan...)
He's tired, and he's hungry, old, and he's grungy
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 a' my ham salad sandwich
He reached up an' licked on my

He gave him a of his ham salad 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' hisself down by the gearshift
Curled up and started to

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

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

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

I searched forty miles of that Interstate highway
And the byways we used to roam (Used to roam...)
From Ricketts to Red Line, to Woodbine
But I couldn't 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.

on a cold winter day on the ninth 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 sound of old

He's runnin' as fast as his old could run 'im
An' cryin' for me to slow down (To down...)
His tail was a-waggin', his was a-draggin'
An' I opened the 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 licked me all
An' I threw him his old dirty bone (Old bone...)
Then in through the winda jumped a poodle from
An' she set on beside Sloan

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

So that's ya been, boy.

Hey! kinda purty.

Aw, Sloan.