Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the City Yards of the Santa Fe
a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and
Was groomin' the iron beast
While ten cars in the murky dust
A boxcar door wide
And a hobo lifted his pal
To on his last long ride

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

Ten cars back in the box
The hobo rolled a
The flare of the match showed his partner's
Stark white and still
As the wheels clicked on the couplin' joints
A for the rambler's ear
The hobo talked to the white form
His pal for a year

(Spoken)
For a mighty time, we've rambled, Jack
With the luck of men that
With the backdoor steps for a dining
And a for a home
We dodged the bulls on the Eastern
And the cops on the
We travelled the Leadville gauge
In the days of Cripple
We drifted thru sunny Cal
On the of that old S. P.
And of all you had, thru and bad
A half belonged to me
You made me promise to you
If I lived, and you in
To you back to the old church yard
And you there with your kin
You seemed to know I would my word
'Cause you said I was right
Well, I'm my promise to you, pal
'Cause I'm takin' you home
I haven't the to send you there
So, I'm you back on the fly
It's the 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 wealthy
To doctor a bum

As the train rolled over its ribbons of
Straight thru to the it sped
The engineer in his cab seat
Kept his eye on the ahead
While ten cars back in the box
A hobo sighed
For the days of old and his pal, so
Who was takin' his last long