Luyện nghe bài hát Wreck Of The Old 97

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

He round and said to his black, greasy fireman
on a little more coal
And when we cross White Oak Mountain
You can old 97 roll

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

He was goin' the grade making ninety miles an hour
When his whistle 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 must take a
From this time on and
Never speak words to your true loving husband
He may leave you and return