Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the Dodge City of the Santa Fe
Stood a freight made up for the
And the with his oil and waste
Was the great iron beast
While ten cars back in the murky
A boxcar swung wide
And a hobo his pal aboard
To start on his last ride

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

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

(Spoken)
For a mighty long time, we've rambled,
With the luck of men that
With the backdoor steps for a dining
And a for a home
We dodged the bulls on the Eastern
And the on the Chesapeake
We travelled the Leadville narrow
In the days of Creek
We down thru sunny Cal
On the rails of old S. P.
And of all you had, thru and bad
A half belonged to me
You made me to you Jack
If I lived, and you in
To take you back to the old church
And bury you with your kin
You seemed to I would keep my word
'Cause you said that I was
Well, I'm my promise to you, pal
I'm takin' you home tonight
I haven't the money to send you
So, I'm takin' you on the fly
the decent way for a 'bo to go
to the by and by
I knew that that fever had you,
And doctor, he just wouldn't come
He was too busy the wealthy folks
To doctor a bum

As the train rolled over its of steel
thru to the East it sped
The engineer in his high cab
Kept his eye on the rails
While ten cars in the empty box
A lonely hobo
For the of old and his pal, so cold
Who was takin' his last long