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 his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great beast
ten cars back in the murky dust
A door swung wide
And a hobo his pal aboard
To start on his last long

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

Ten cars in the empty box
The hobo a pill
The flare of the match showed his partner's
Stark white and deathly
As the train clicked on the couplin' joints
A song for the ear
The hobo to the still white form
His pal for many a

(Spoken)
For a mighty long time, rambled, Jack
With the of men that roam
With the backdoor steps for a room
And a for a home
We the bulls on the Eastern route
And the on the Chesapeake
We travelled the Leadville gauge
In the days of Cripple
We drifted down thru 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 bury you there your kin
You seemed to I would keep my word
'Cause you said that I was
Well, I'm keepin' my to you, pal
'Cause I'm you home tonight
I the money 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 that doctor, he just wouldn't
He was too busy treatin' the folks
To a worn-out bum

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