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, well make it, boy, or never ride no

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

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

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