Luyện nghe bài hát The Hobo's Last Ride

One dark and stormy night while down the line
Bill, the engineer said, "Boy, well have to fly"
Weve got to be on to meet old Number Four
So sling the coal, well make it, boy, or ride no more

While in the boxcar, a lonely hobo lay
for his mother dear, who on her death bed lay
He raised a hand to brush away a tear
Not knowing his drive was run and fate was drawing near

When through the darkened night, a headlight did gleam
Oer the roar of wheels, a whistle load did scream
As down around the curve, the train did roar
With black smoke rolling from the stack Flyer Number Four

Then came an awful crash, last long drive was run
On the track the hobo lay, his of life were done
And as the golden sun sank to the west
His dear old mother gently and closed her eyes in death