Luyện nghe bài hát Wreck Of The Old '97

Well, they gave him his in Monroe, Virginian,
Said, "Steve, way behind time,
"This is not 38, is Ol'97,
"Put her Spencer on time."

he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a more coal.
And when we cross that Oak mountain,
"Watch roll."

And a telegram come from Washington station,
is how it read,
"Oh that brave that run '97,
"Is lyin' in dead."

"Cause he was going down a grade 90 miles an hour,
The whistle into a scream.
He was in the wreck with his hand on the throttle,
to death by the steam."

One time!

Oh, now all you ladies you take a warning,
From time on and learn.
Never speak harsh to true-lovin' husband,
He may leave you and return.

Boy.

I want to you. Yeah, it's good to see you