Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the Dodge City Yards of the 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 dust
A boxcar door swung
And a hobo lifted his pal
To on his last long ride

A lantern and the freight pulled out
The engine, it gathered
The pulled the throttle wide
And clucked to his fiery

Ten cars back in the box
The rolled a pill
The of the match showed his partner's face
Stark white and deathly
As the train clicked on the couplin' joints
A song for the ear
The hobo talked to the still white
His pal for many a

(Spoken)
For a mighty time, we've rambled, Jack
With the luck of men that
With the steps for a dining room
And a boxcar for a
We the bulls on the Eastern route
And the on the Chesapeake
We travelled the narrow gauge
In the days of Cripple
We down thru sunny Cal
On the of that old S. P.
And of all you had, good 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 yard
And bury you with your kin
You to know I would keep my word
you said 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 that had you, Jack
And that doctor, he wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin' the wealthy
To doctor a bum

As the rolled over 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 back in the box
A lonely hobo
For the of old and his pal, so cold
Who was his last long ride