Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the Dodge City of the Santa Fe
Stood a freight up for the east
And the engineer his oil and waste
Was the great iron beast
While ten cars back in the murky
A boxcar door swung
And a hobo lifted his pal
To on his last long ride

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

Ten cars back in the box
The hobo a pill
The of the match showed his partner's face
Stark and deathly still
As the train wheels clicked on the 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, we've rambled,
the luck of men that roam
With the backdoor steps for a room
And a boxcar for a
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 rails of old S. P.
And of all you had, thru and bad
A half always to me
You made me promise to you
If I lived, and you in
To take you back to the old yard
And bury you there your kin
You seemed to know I keep my word
you said that I was right
Well, I'm keepin' my to you, pal
I'm takin' you home tonight
I the money to send you there
So, I'm you back on the fly
the decent way for a 'bo to go
to the by and by
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor, he just wouldn't
He was too busy treatin' the wealthy
To doctor a bum

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