Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

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

A lantern and the freight pulled out
The engine, it speed
The engineer pulled the throttle
And clucked to his fiery

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

(Spoken)
For a long time, we've rambled, Jack
With the of men that roam
With the backdoor for a dining room
And a for a home
We dodged the bulls on the route
And the on the Chesapeake
We travelled the narrow gauge
In the of Cripple Creek
We down thru sunny Cal
On the of that old S. P.
And of all you had, good and bad
A half belonged to me
You made me to you Jack
If I lived, and you in
To take you back to the old church
And bury you there your kin
You seemed to know I keep my word
'Cause you said that I was
Well, I'm my promise to you, pal
'Cause I'm you home tonight
I haven't the money to you there
So, I'm you back on the fly
the decent 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 doctor a bum

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