Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the City Yards of the Santa Fe
Stood a freight made up for the
And the with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the iron beast
While ten cars back in the murky
A boxcar door 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 throttle
And to his fiery steed

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

(Spoken)
For a mighty long time, rambled, Jack
the luck of men that roam
With the backdoor for a dining room
And a boxcar for a
We the bulls on the Eastern route
And the cops on the
We the Leadville narrow gauge
In the days of Cripple
We down thru sunny Cal
On the of that old S. P.
And of all you had, thru and bad
A always 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 there with 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 you home tonight
I haven't the money to send you
So, I'm you back on the fly
the decent way for a 'bo to go
to the by and by
I that that fever had you, Jack
And doctor, he just wouldn't come
He was too treatin' the wealthy folks
To a worn-out bum

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