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 down the
a brave engineer
With a so dear
With an to pull Old # 9.
His hung with his song
And his rolled along
Black was pouring from his stack
His it seemed
To brighten his
Of tomorrow, when be coming back
he sped round the hill
And his brave stood still
A headlight flashing in his
He threw air
And he a prayer
'Cause he this would be his final race
(The crash...)
In the he was found
Lying on the ground
And he asked them to raise his weary
As his slowly went
This message he
To the maiden who thought she be wed
"I a white home
That I for your own
And I dreamed be happy by-and-by.
I'm leave it all to you
'Cause I know you'll be true
we meet at the pearly gates -- good-bye."