Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

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

A lantern swung and the pulled out
The engine, it speed
The pulled the throttle wide
And to his fiery steed

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

(Spoken)
For a mighty long time, we've rambled,
With the luck of men roam
With the backdoor steps for a dining
And a boxcar for a
We dodged the bulls on the route
And the cops on the
We travelled the Leadville narrow
In the days of Creek
We down thru sunny Cal
On the rails of old S. P.
And of all you had, thru and bad
A half belonged to me
You me promise to you Jack
If I lived, and you in
To take you back to the old yard
And bury you with your kin
You seemed to know I would my word
'Cause you said that I was
Well, I'm keepin' my to you, pal
'Cause I'm you home tonight
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 that doctor, he just wouldn't
He was too busy the wealthy folks
To a worn-out bum

As the train rolled its ribbons of steel
Straight thru to the East it
The in his high cab seat
Kept his eye on the rails
While ten back in the empty box
A lonely hobo
For the days of old and his pal, so
Who was his last long ride