Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

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

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

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

(Spoken)
For a long time, we've rambled, Jack
the luck of men that roam
With the steps for a dining room
And a boxcar for a
We dodged the bulls on the Eastern
And the cops on the
We the Leadville narrow gauge
In the days of Creek
We drifted down thru Cal
On the of that old S. P.
And of all you had, good and bad
A half belonged to me
You made me promise to you
If I lived, and you in
To take you to the old church yard
And bury you there your kin
You seemed to know I keep my word
'Cause you said that I was
Well, I'm my promise to you, pal
'Cause I'm you home 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 fever had you, Jack
And that doctor, he just come
He was too busy treatin' the folks
To doctor a bum

As the train rolled over its of steel
thru to the East it sped
The engineer in his cab seat
Kept his eye on the ahead
While ten back in the empty box
A lonely hobo
For the days of old and his pal, so
Who was takin' his last ride