Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

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

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

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

(Spoken)
For a mighty long time, we've rambled,
the luck of men that roam
With the backdoor steps for a dining
And a boxcar for a
We dodged the on the Eastern route
And the on the Chesapeake
We travelled the Leadville narrow
In the of Cripple Creek
We drifted down sunny Cal
On the rails of old S. P.
And of all you had, good and bad
A always belonged to me
You me promise to you Jack
If I lived, and you in
To take you to the old church yard
And you there with your kin
You seemed to I would 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 takin' you on the fly
It's the way for a 'bo to go
to the by and by
I knew that that 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 of steel
thru to the East it sped
The engineer in his cab seat
Kept his eye on the rails
While ten back in the empty box
A hobo sighed
For the days of old and his pal, so
Who was takin' his last long