Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

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

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

Ten back in the empty box
The hobo rolled a
The flare of the match his partner's face
Stark white and deathly
As the train wheels on the couplin' joints
A for the rambler's ear
The hobo to the still white form
His pal for many a

(Spoken)
For a mighty long time, rambled, Jack
the luck of men that roam
With the backdoor steps for a dining
And a boxcar for a
We dodged the bulls on the Eastern
And the cops on the
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 always 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 to know I would 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 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 that had you, Jack
And doctor, he just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin' the wealthy
To a worn-out bum

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