Luyện nghe bài hát The Hobo's Last Ride

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

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

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

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