Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the Dodge City Yards of the Fe
Stood a made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and
Was groomin' the great iron
While ten cars back in the dust
A door swung wide
And a hobo his pal aboard
To start on his last ride

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

Ten cars in the empty box
The hobo a pill
The flare of the match showed his face
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 long time, we've rambled,
With the luck of men roam
With the steps for a dining room
And a boxcar for a
We dodged the bulls on the route
And the cops on the
We travelled the narrow gauge
In the days of Cripple
We down thru sunny Cal
On the of that old S. P.
And of all you had, thru and bad
A always belonged to me
You me promise to you Jack
If I lived, and you in
To take you back to the old church
And you there with your kin
You seemed to know I would my word
'Cause you said that I was
Well, I'm my promise to you, pal
'Cause I'm takin' you home
I haven't the money to send you
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 just come
He was too busy treatin' the folks
To doctor a bum

As the train rolled its ribbons of steel
Straight thru to the East it
The engineer in his high cab
Kept his eye on the rails
ten cars back in the empty box
A lonely sighed
For the of old and his pal, so cold
Who was takin' his long ride