Luyện nghe bài hát Wreck Of The Old 97

They him his orders at Monroe, Virginia
Sayin', "Steve, way behind time
This is not 38 but old 97
You put her into Spencer on time"

He looked round and to his black, greasy fireman
Shovel on a little more
And when we cross that White Oak
You can watch old 97

It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to
With a line on a three mile
It was on that grade that he lost his air
And see a jump we made

He was goin' down the grade ninety miles an hour
his whistle began to a scream
He was found in the wreck with his on the throttle
And scalded to death by the

So come all you ladies, you take a warning
From this time on and
Never speak harsh words to your true loving
He may leave you and never