Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the Dodge City of the Santa Fe
Stood a freight up for the east
And the engineer his oil and waste
Was groomin' the iron beast
While ten cars in the murky dust
A door swung wide
And a lifted his pal aboard
To start on his last long

A swung and the freight pulled out
The engine, it speed
The engineer pulled the wide
And clucked to his steed

Ten back in the empty box
The hobo a pill
The flare of the match showed his face
Stark white and still
As the train wheels clicked on the couplin'
A for the rambler's ear
The hobo talked to the still white
His pal for many a

(Spoken)
For a mighty long time, we've rambled,
With the luck of men roam
With the backdoor for a dining room
And a for a home
We the bulls on the Eastern route
And the on the Chesapeake
We travelled the narrow gauge
In the of Cripple Creek
We drifted thru sunny Cal
On the rails of old S. P.
And of all you had, good and bad
A half always to me
You made me promise to you
If I lived, and you in
To you back to the old church yard
And you there with your kin
You seemed to know I keep my word
'Cause you that I was right
Well, I'm keepin' my to you, pal
'Cause I'm takin' you tonight
I haven't the money to you there
So, I'm takin' you on the fly
the decent way for a 'bo to go
to the by and by
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And doctor, he just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin' the folks
To a worn-out bum

As the train rolled over its of steel
Straight to the East it sped
The engineer in his cab seat
Kept his eye on the rails
While ten back in the empty box
A lonely sighed
For the days of old and his pal, so
Who was takin' his last long