Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the City Yards of the Santa Fe
Stood a freight up for the east
And the engineer his oil and waste
Was groomin' the iron beast
While ten back in the murky dust
A boxcar door wide
And a hobo his pal aboard
To start on his long ride

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

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

(Spoken)
For a mighty time, we've rambled, Jack
With the luck of men roam
With the backdoor steps for a room
And a boxcar for a
We the bulls on the Eastern route
And the cops on the
We travelled the Leadville gauge
In the of Cripple Creek
We drifted down sunny Cal
On the of that old S. P.
And of all you had, thru 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 church
And you there with your kin
You seemed to know I would my word
'Cause you that I was right
Well, I'm keepin' my to you, pal
'Cause I'm takin' you home
I haven't the money to send you
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 that doctor, he just wouldn't
He was too treatin' the wealthy folks
To a worn-out bum

As the train rolled its ribbons of steel
thru to the East it sped
The engineer in his 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