Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the Dodge City of the Santa Fe
Stood a freight made up for the
And the engineer with his oil and
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 speed
The engineer pulled the throttle
And clucked to his fiery

Ten cars in the empty box
The hobo rolled a
The flare of the match showed his partner's
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 many a

(Spoken)
For a mighty time, we've rambled, Jack
With the luck of men that
the backdoor steps for a dining room
And a boxcar for a
We dodged the bulls on the route
And the on the Chesapeake
We the Leadville narrow gauge
In the days of Cripple
We drifted down thru Cal
On the rails of old S. P.
And of all you had, good and bad
A half belonged to me
You made me promise to you
If I lived, and you in
To take you back to the old yard
And bury you there with 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 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 that 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 rolled over its ribbons of steel
Straight thru to the East it
The in his high cab seat
Kept his eye on the ahead
ten cars back in the empty box
A lonely hobo
For the days of old and his pal, so
Who was takin' his last ride