Luyện nghe bài hát Whislin Past The Graveyard

Well I come in on a train
an arm full of box cars
On the wings of a
Cross a hooligan
And I up a chifforobe
Way out by the
Cooked up a mess a
And got into a

Whistlin the graveyard
on a crack
I'm a mean
Papa one jack

You propably me sleepin
Out by the tracks
Go on and ask the of darkness
about all thet smoke
Come the stack
Sometimes I kill a jacket
out all the blood
Steal a stationwagon
Drivin the mud

I know you my headlights
And the honkin of my
I'm out my bloodhounds
Chase the through the corn
night I chugged the mississippi
Now suckers dry as a bone
in a taxi cab
I'm comin home

My have seen the glory
Of the draining of the
I only to baton rouge
To find myself a
I'm-ona me up a
Couple of em every it rains
You see a
Probably thinkin a train

What you think is the
Is just a in my eye
That ring my fingers
the 4th of july
When I get a bit lonesome
And a tear falls from my
Theres be an ocean in
The middle of the

I rode into town on a train
With an arm of box cars
On the of a magpie
a hooligan night
I'm-ona me off a rainbow
And it for a tie
I told the truth
So I can tell a lie