Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the City Yards of the Santa Fe
a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and
Was groomin' the great iron
While ten cars back in the murky
A boxcar swung wide
And a hobo lifted his pal
To start on his last ride

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

Ten cars back in the box
The hobo a pill
The flare of the showed his partner's face
Stark white and deathly
As the train wheels clicked on the joints
A for the rambler's ear
The hobo to the still white form
His pal for a year

(Spoken)
For a mighty time, we've rambled, Jack
With the of men that roam
With the backdoor steps for a dining
And a for a home
We the bulls on the Eastern route
And the cops on the
We travelled the Leadville narrow
In the of Cripple Creek
We drifted down thru Cal
On the of that old S. P.
And of all you had, thru and bad
A half belonged to me
You me promise to you Jack
If I lived, and you in
To you back to the old church yard
And bury you with your kin
You seemed to know I would my word
'Cause you said that I was
Well, I'm my promise to you, pal
'Cause I'm you home tonight
I the money to send you there
So, I'm takin' you on the fly
the decent way for a 'bo to go
to the by and by
I that that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor, he wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin' the folks
To a worn-out bum

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