Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the Dodge Yards of the Santa Fe
Stood a made up for the east
And the with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the iron beast
While ten cars back in the dust
A boxcar swung wide
And a hobo his pal aboard
To start on his last long

A lantern and the freight pulled out
The engine, it gathered
The pulled the throttle wide
And clucked to his fiery

Ten cars in the empty box
The rolled a pill
The flare of the match showed his face
Stark white and deathly
As the train clicked on the couplin' joints
A song for the ear
The talked to the still white form
His pal for many a

(Spoken)
For a mighty long time, we've rambled,
With the luck of men that
With the backdoor steps for a room
And a boxcar for a
We dodged the bulls on the Eastern
And the on the Chesapeake
We travelled the Leadville narrow
In the days of Cripple
We drifted thru sunny Cal
On the rails of old S. P.
And of all you had, good and bad
A always belonged to me
You made me to you Jack
If I lived, and you in
To take you to the old church yard
And you there with your kin
You seemed to know I keep my word
'Cause you said that I was
Well, I'm keepin' my to you, pal
'Cause I'm takin' you tonight
I haven't the money to send you
So, I'm you back on the fly
It's the way for a 'bo to go
to the by and by
I knew that that had you, Jack
And that doctor, he wouldn't come
He was too busy the wealthy folks
To a worn-out bum

As the train rolled over its of steel
thru to the East it sped
The engineer in his cab seat
his eye on the rails ahead
While ten cars back in the box
A hobo sighed
For the of old and his pal, so cold
Who was his last long ride