Luyện nghe bài hát The Hobo's Last Ride

One and stormy night while riding down the line
Bill, the engineer said, "Boy, well have to fly"
Weve got to be on time to meet old Number
So sling the coal, make it, boy, or never ride no more

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

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

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