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...)
He's tired, and he's hungry, he's old, and 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...)
When I gave him a piece a' my ham salad
He up an' licked on my nose

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

Well, I opened the of my old beat-up semi
an old dirty shirt 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 together
On the byways of we did roam (They did roam...)
With his paws on the an' his head out the winda
An' his ears in the breeze, blowin'

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

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

Well I searched forty miles of that highway
And the byways that we used to (Used to roam...)
From Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia to
But I just find poor ol' Sloan

From to Jacksonville, Quick to Correctionville
Looked the end for old Sloan

Poor ol' fella. He didn't no license, nor shots, nor nothin'.

I he's a goner.

When on a cold winter day on the ninth of
I's my rig all alone (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 was a-waggin', his tongue was a-draggin'
An' I the door for old Sloan

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

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

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

So that's ya been, boy.

Hey! kinda purty.

Aw, Sloan.