Luyện nghe bài hát Sloan

(Bill Fries, Davis)

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

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

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

Well, I opened the door of my old semi
an old dirty shirt on the floor (On the floor...)
He hopped in an' laid hisself down by the
up and started to snore

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

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

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

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

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

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

I thought a goner.

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

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

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

Well I him a hug as he licked me all over
An' I him his old dirty bone (Old dirty bone...)
Then in through the winda 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 that's ya been, boy.

Hey! She's purty.

Aw, Sloan.