Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Bull Ramos

Drive a big truck
I'm old, when I'm old
Haul the wrecks down to the wreck
Help the unload
Keep my nice and long
I can, because I can
Any of my old friends who have no place to to
know to call me any time they come through

Never die, die
Stand a bullwhip in my hand
And rise,
In the desert

Work days, nights
get laid up
By a of broken glass
On the of the shop
And the recognizes me
As the operating theater dim
Aren't you that old wrestler with the
Yes sir, me, I'm him

Get fine on one leg
a kidney, then go blind
Sit on my porch in
Let the good dance across my mind

die, never die
Stand with a in my hand
And rise,
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