Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the Dodge Yards of the Santa Fe
Stood a made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and
Was groomin' the iron beast
While ten back in the murky dust
A boxcar swung wide
And a lifted his pal aboard
To start on his last long

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

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

(Spoken)
For a long time, we've rambled, Jack
With the of men that roam
With the backdoor steps for a room
And a boxcar for a
We dodged the bulls on the Eastern
And the cops on the
We travelled the Leadville narrow
In the of Cripple Creek
We drifted down thru 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 yard
And bury you with your kin
You seemed to know I keep my word
'Cause you that I was right
Well, I'm my promise to you, pal
'Cause I'm takin' you tonight
I haven't the to send you there
So, I'm you back 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 wouldn't come
He was too treatin' the wealthy folks
To doctor a bum

As the train rolled over its ribbons of
Straight thru to the East it
The engineer in his high cab
his eye on the rails ahead
While ten back in the empty box
A hobo sighed
For the days of old and his pal, so
Who was takin' his last ride