Luyện nghe bài hát Texas 1947

Now six years old
I had seen some trains
So hard to figure out
I'm at the depot for

Trains are big and black and
screamin' at the wheels
And than anything they is
At least the way she feels

Trains are big and black and
Louder in four
But actin' like
might be somethin' more

Than just up the mail
Or the soldiers the war
This is that even old man
Wileman never before

And late afternoon
On a hot day
Somethin' strange is on
And all in the way

there's fifty or sixty people
Just sittin' on cars
And the old men left their
And they come down the bars

And checkin'
Old Jack Kittrel check his
And us put our ears
To the rails to 'em pop

So we knowed it
When I said, "Train time"
You'd that Jesus Christ
was rollin' down the line

'Cause got real quiet
Momma jerked me
But not I'd got the chance
to lay a on the track

out here she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, gone
Screamin' straight through
Like a mad dog

Big, red, and
She make no smoke
She's a streamline
Come to the folks

I said, Look out here she comes, she's
Look out there she goes, gone
Screamin' through Texas
Like a mad dog

Lord, she never stopped
But She left or sixty people
sittin' on their cars
They're wonderin' what comin' to
And how it got far

Oh, but me I got a
Smashed than a dime
By a mad dog,
streamline

Train look out here she comes, comin'
out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' through Texas
Like a mad dog

Big, red, and
She make no smoke
a fast-rollin' streamline
Come to show the

I said, Look out here she comes, she's
Look out she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through
a mad dog Cyclone

Look out she comes, she's comin'
Look out there she goes, gone
Screamin' straight Texas
a mad dog Cyclone

Look out she comes, she's comin'
out there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through
a mad dog Cyclone