Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Bill's Last Ride

Riding on an east bound train
Speeding the night
Bill, a railroad bum
Was fighting for his

The of his eyes revealed
The of his soul
He a weak and weary hand
To brush the cold.

Ho-ho-o, bo-o-o,

No lights flickered around him
No blankets to fold
Nothing but, the howling
And the driving so cold

When he heard a blowing
In a kind of way
The hobo contented for
He there where he lay

Ho-ho-o, bo-o-o,

Outside the was fallin'
On that lonesome door
But the little form of Bill
Lay still upon the

As the sped through the darkness
And the storm outside
No one knew Hobo Bill
Was taking his last

It was in the mornin'
When they raised the head
The smile still lingered on his
But Hobo was dead

There was no longin'
To soothe his weary
For he was a railroad bum
Who out in the cold