Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of John Train

Phil checked into the chelsea hotel,
was blood on his clothes and they were dirty.
I could see by his face he was not well,
He'd to one too many parties.
He walked in the lobby a of doom,
It was plain to see he'd been
I had to him up to his room,
To find out what he was
"train, train, train"
From the in his brain
But he's the same refrain

He walked in his and he fell on the floor
in his hangover
Now the act from the he plays on the street
out piles of money
His audience now is the bums he meets
Is he a phony or