Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Ride

In the City Yards of the Santa Fe
Stood a freight made up for the
And the with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
While ten cars in the murky dust
A boxcar swung wide
And a lifted his pal aboard
To on his last long ride

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

Ten cars in the empty box
The hobo rolled a
The flare of the match his partner's face
Stark white and deathly
As the wheels clicked on the couplin' joints
A song for the ear
The hobo talked to the white form
His pal for a year

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

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