Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the Dodge Yards of the Santa Fe
Stood a freight made up for the
And the with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
While ten back in the murky dust
A boxcar door wide
And a hobo lifted his pal
To start on his last ride

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

Ten back in the empty box
The rolled a pill
The flare of the match showed his partner's
white and deathly still
As the train wheels on the couplin' joints
A for the rambler's ear
The hobo talked to the still white
His pal for many a

(Spoken)
For a long time, we've rambled, Jack
the luck of men that roam
With the backdoor steps for a room
And a for a home
We dodged the bulls on the route
And the cops on the
We the Leadville narrow gauge
In the of Cripple Creek
We drifted down 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 would my word
'Cause you said I was right
Well, I'm keepin' my to you, pal
'Cause I'm you home tonight
I haven't the money to you there
So, I'm you back on the fly
the decent way for a 'bo to go
to the by and by
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And doctor, he just wouldn't come
He was too treatin' the wealthy folks
To doctor a 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 ahead
While ten cars back in the box
A lonely hobo
For the days of old and his pal, so
Who was takin' his last long