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 must put her in on time"

Then he looked and
Said to his black, fireman
"Just shovel on a more coal
And when we cross White Oak Mountain
You can old 97 roll"

It's a mighty road
From Lynchburg to
In a line on a three grade
It was on that grade that he lost his
Oh, you see what a we made

He was goin' down the
Making 90 an hour
his whistle broke into a scream
He was in the wreck
With his hand on the
And was to death by the steam

Now ladies, you take a warning
From time on and learn
speak harsh words
To your true love or
He may leave you and never