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...)
tired, and he's hungry, he's old, and he's grungy
And parked in a no-parkin'

Well I bent 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 reached up an' licked on my

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

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

For years we went truckin' them together
On the byways of 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 paws on the dashboard, his head out the
And his ears in the breeze blowin'
Old Sloan...

one mornin' last May, four miles north a' Mondamin
I stopped to use a pay (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 couldn't find poor ol' Sloan

From to Jacksonville, Quick to Correctionville
Looked like the end for old

Poor ol' fella. He didn't no license, nor shots, nor nothin'.

I he's a goner.

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

He's runnin' as fast as his old could 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 tail was a-waggin', his tongue was
And he opened the for old Sloan
Old Sloan...

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

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

So that's ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.