Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poor ol' fella. He have no license, nor shots, nor nothin'.

I he's a goner.

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

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

His tail was a-waggin', his 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 bone (Old bone...)
in through the winda jumped a poodle from Pisgah
An' she set on down beside

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

So where ya been, boy.

Hey! kinda purty.

Aw, Sloan.