Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

Well, I found him on the corner of and Main
In the township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...)
He's tired, and he's hungry, he's old, and he's
And parked in a zone

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

He gave him a piece of his ham salad
And reached up and on his nose
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
up and started to snore

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

With his on the dashboard, his head out the winder
And his ears in the breeze blowin'
Old Sloan...

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

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

From Fiscus to Jacksonville, Quick to
like 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...)
When my eye a blur in my left rear-view mirror
An' my ears the sound of old Sloan

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

His was a-waggin', his tongue was a-draggin'
And he opened the door for old
Old Sloan...

Well I gave him a hug as he licked me all
An' I threw him his old bone (Old dirty bone...)
Then in through the jumped a poodle from Pisgah
An' she set on down Sloan

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

So where ya been, boy.

Hey! kinda purty.

Aw, Sloan.