Luyện nghe bài hát Wreck Of The Old #9

T'was a cold night
Not a was in sight
And he north wind was howling the line
Went a brave
With a sweetheart so
an order to pull Old # 9.
His heart hung with his
And his rolled along
smoke was pouring from his stack
His headlight it
To brighten his
Of tomorrow, when be coming back
he sped round the hill
And his brave heart stood
A flashing in his face
He only air
And he murmured a
'Cause he this would be his final race
(The crash...)
In the he was found
dying on the ground
And he asked them to raise his weary
As his breath slowly
This he sent
To the maiden who thought she be wed
"I leave a white
That I for your own
And I dreamed be happy by-and-by.
I'm leave it all to you
'Cause I know that be true
we meet at the pearly gates -- good-bye."