Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and
In the Iowa of Sloan (Township of Sloan...)
He's tired, and he's hungry, old, and he's grungy
And in a no-parkin' zone

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

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

Well, I opened the of my old beat-up semi
Threw an old shirt on the floor (On the floor...)
He hopped in an' laid hisself down by the
Curled up and to snore

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

With his on the dashboard, his head out the winder
And his ears in the gently blowin'
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 phone
An' when I come back, he was

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

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

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

I he's a goner.

When on a cold winter day on the of November
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 as his old legs could run 'im
An' cryin' for me to slow (To slow down...)
His tail was a-waggin', his tongue was
An' I the door for old Sloan

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

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

Then in through the winder a poodle from Pisgah
And set herself down Sloan.
Old Sloan...

So where ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.