Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

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

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

Ten cars in the empty box
The rolled a pill
The of the match showed his partner's face
white and deathly still
As the train wheels clicked on the couplin'
A song for the ear
The talked to the still white form
His pal for a year

(Spoken)
For a mighty long time, we've rambled,
With the luck of men that
With the backdoor for a dining room
And a for a home
We dodged the on the Eastern route
And the cops on the
We travelled the Leadville gauge
In the days of Cripple
We drifted down thru Cal
On the rails of old S. P.
And of all you had, thru and bad
A always belonged to me
You me promise to you Jack
If I lived, and you in
To take you back to the old yard
And bury you there with kin
You seemed to know I keep my word
'Cause you said I was right
Well, I'm keepin' my to you, pal
'Cause I'm takin' you home
I haven't the to send you there
So, I'm you back on the fly
It's the way for a 'bo to go
to the by and by
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor, he just come
He was too busy the wealthy folks
To doctor a bum

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