Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the City Yards of the Santa Fe
a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and
Was groomin' the great beast
While ten cars in the murky dust
A door swung wide
And a hobo lifted his pal
To start on his last long

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

Ten cars back in the box
The rolled a pill
The flare of the showed his partner's face
Stark white and still
As the train wheels clicked on the couplin'
A song for the ear
The hobo talked to the white form
His pal for a year

(Spoken)
For a long time, we've rambled, Jack
With the luck of men that
the backdoor steps for a dining room
And a boxcar for a
We dodged the on the Eastern route
And the on the Chesapeake
We travelled the Leadville gauge
In the days of Creek
We down thru sunny Cal
On the of that old S. P.
And of all you had, good and bad
A always belonged to me
You me promise to you Jack
If I lived, and you in
To take you back to the old yard
And bury you with your kin
You seemed to I would keep my word
you said that I was right
Well, I'm my promise to you, pal
'Cause I'm you home tonight
I haven't the to send you there
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 fever had you,
And that doctor, he just wouldn't
He was too busy treatin' the wealthy
To a worn-out bum

As the rolled over its ribbons of steel
thru to the East it sped
The in his high cab seat
Kept his eye on the rails
While ten cars in the empty box
A lonely sighed
For the of old and his pal, so cold
Who was his last long ride