Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the Dodge Yards of the Santa Fe
Stood a freight made up for the
And the engineer his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
While ten cars in the murky dust
A door swung 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 engineer the throttle wide
And clucked to his fiery

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 clicked on the couplin'
A for the rambler's ear
The hobo talked to the still form
His pal for a year

(Spoken)
For a mighty time, we've rambled, Jack
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 the Leadville narrow gauge
In the days of Cripple
We drifted thru sunny Cal
On the of that old S. P.
And of all you had, good and bad
A always belonged to me
You made me promise to you
If I lived, and you in
To you back to the old church yard
And bury you there your kin
You to know I would keep my word
'Cause you said that I was
Well, I'm my promise to you, pal
I'm takin' you home tonight
I haven't the money to 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 that fever had you,
And that doctor, he wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin' the folks
To a worn-out bum

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