Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

Well, I found him on the corner of and Main
In the township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...)
He's tired, and he's hungry, old, and he's grungy
And parked in a zone

Well I bent an' says "How ya doin', old fella?"
He to get up on his own (On his own...)
When I him a piece a' my ham salad sandwich
He reached up an' licked on my

He gave him a of his ham salad sandwich
And up and licked on his nose
Old Sloan...

Well, I opened the door of my old semi
an old dirty shirt on the floor (On the floor...)
He hopped in an' laid down by the gearshift
Curled up and started to

For years we went truckin' highways together
On the of life we did roam (They did roam...)
With his paws on the dashboard an' his head out the
An' his in the breeze, gently blowin'

With his on the dashboard, his head out the winder
And his ears in the breeze gently
Old Sloan...

When one mornin' last May, four miles a' Mondamin
I to use a pay telephone (Pay telephone...)
Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a call
An' I come back, he was gone

Well I searched forty miles of that highway
And the byways that we used to (Used to roam...)
Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia to Woodbine
But I couldn't find poor ol' Sloan

From Fiscus to Jacksonville, to Correctionville
Looked like the end for old

Poor ol' fella. He didn't no license, nor shots, nor nothin'.

I thought a goner.

When on a cold winter day on the ninth of
I's my rig all alone (All alone...)
When my eye caught a blur in my left mirror
An' my ears heard the sound of old

He's runnin' as fast as his old legs run 'im
An' cryin' for me to slow down (To down...)
His tail was a-waggin', his was a-draggin'
An' I the door for old Sloan

His tail was a-waggin', his tongue was
And he opened the door for old
Old Sloan...

Well I him a hug as he licked me all over
An' I threw him his old dirty bone (Old bone...)
in through the winda jumped a poodle from Pisgah
An' she set on down Sloan

Then in through the winder come a poodle from
And set herself beside Sloan.
Old Sloan...

So where ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.