Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

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

A lantern swung and the pulled out
The engine, it gathered
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 showed his partner's
Stark and deathly still
As the train wheels on the couplin' joints
A for the rambler's ear
The hobo to the still white form
His pal for a year

(Spoken)
For a mighty long time, we've rambled,
the luck of men that roam
With the backdoor steps for a dining
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 Creek
We drifted down thru Cal
On the of that old S. P.
And of all you had, good and bad
A half always to me
You made me to you Jack
If I lived, and you in
To you back to the old church yard
And bury you there your kin
You seemed to know I would my word
'Cause you that I was right
Well, I'm my promise to you, pal
'Cause I'm you home tonight
I the money to send 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 fever had you, Jack
And doctor, he just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin' the folks
To a worn-out bum

As the train rolled over its ribbons of
Straight to the East it sped
The in his high cab seat
Kept his eye on the rails
While ten cars in the empty box
A lonely sighed
For the days of old and his pal, so
Who was takin' his long ride