Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the City Yards of the Santa Fe
Stood a made up for the east
And the with his oil and waste
Was the great iron beast
While ten cars back in the dust
A boxcar door wide
And a hobo his pal aboard
To start on his last long

A lantern and the freight pulled out
The engine, it gathered
The engineer pulled the wide
And clucked to his steed

Ten cars in the empty box
The rolled a pill
The flare of the showed his partner's face
white and deathly still
As the train clicked on the couplin' joints
A song for the 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
With the backdoor steps for a dining
And a for a home
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 of that 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 there with kin
You seemed to know I keep my word
'Cause you said I was right
Well, I'm keepin' my to you, pal
I'm takin' you home tonight
I the money 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 fever had you, Jack
And that doctor, he just wouldn't
He was too treatin' the wealthy folks
To doctor a bum

As the train over its ribbons of steel
Straight to the East it sped
The engineer in his cab seat
Kept his eye on the ahead
While ten back in the empty box
A lonely sighed
For the of old and his pal, so cold
Who was takin' his last long