Luyện nghe bài hát The Wreck Of The Old '97

They him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Sayin', "Steve you're way time
is not 38, but it's old 97
You put her in Spencer on time"

he looked around and
Said to his black, greasy
"Just shovel on a little more
And when we cross that Oak Mountain
You can old 97 roll"

It's a mighty rough
From to Danville
In a on a three mile grade
It was on that grade that he lost his
Oh, you see what a we made

He was goin' the grade
90 miles an hour
When his whistle into a scream
He was in the wreck
With his on the throttle
And was scalded to death by the

Now ladies, you must take a
this time on and learn
Never harsh words
To true love or husband
He may leave you and return