Luyện nghe bài hát Desperadoes Waiting For A Train

I'd play the Red Valley
And he'd sit out in the and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of
And wonder, "Lord, has well I've drilled run dry?"

We friends, me and this old man
Like waitin' for a train
Like desperados for a train

He's a drifter and a driller of oil
And an old man of the world
He let me his car
he's too drunk to

And he'd wink and give me money for the
And our lives were like old western movie
Like desperados for a train
Like desperados for a train

From the time that I could walk take me with him
To a bar the Green Frog Cafe
There old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout lives while they'd played

And I was a kid
They all his "Sidekick"
Like waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a

One day I looked up and he's eighty
And brown tobacco stains all down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of this
So he all dressed up like them old men

Drinkin' and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like waitin' for a train

A day before he died, I to see him
I was grown and he was almost
So we just closed our eyes and us up a kitchen
And sang another verse to old song
"Come on, Jack, that son of a are comin' "

Like desperados for a train
desperados waitin' for a train
Like waitin' for a train
desperados waitin' for a train