Luyện nghe bài hát Desperadoes Waiting For A Train

I'd play the Red River
And sit out in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've run dry?"

We friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like desperados waitin' for a

a drifter and a driller of oil wells
And an old school man of the
He let me his car
When he's too to

And he'd wink and give me money for the
And our lives were like old western movie
Like desperados waitin' for a
Like desperados for a train

From the time that I could walk he'd me with him
To a bar called the Green Cafe
were old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout their while they'd played

And I was a kid
They all his "Sidekick"
desperados waitin' for a train
Like waitin' for a train

One day I looked up and pushin' eighty
And brown tobacco stains all down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of country
So why's he all up like them old men

Drinkin' beer and Moon and Forty-two
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados for a train

A day he died, I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost
So we closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another to that old song
"Come on, Jack, son of a guns are comin' "

Like desperados for a train
desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados for a train
desperados waitin' for a train