Luyện nghe bài hát Midnight Train [Demo Version]

Now listen just a minute I sing this song,
Don't you baby it won't take long.
I'm just about to draw the line,
So be surprised if I leave this time.

Well I'm north and I'm goin' south
want no more of your lyin' mouth.
I'm hittin' the road, gonna some bells,
Better I can do it well.

Midnight train, ramblin'
All night I'm gamblin', gamblin'
Been losin' all my and it really is funny, umm badda dum.
Midnight train, ramblin'
Al night I'm gamblin',
Well tell you what baby, well you be movin' on.

Well I really know where I'm goin' for sure,
Ain't map, it ain't no tour.
headin' out to the open sky,
Who knows, even die.

Well don't you worry pretty little head
'Cause you gave a dang what I did or said.
That's why I'm packin' to leave this
Can't stand to look at cheatin' face.

Well you treated me a little boy
And played like I was a toy.
Guess you I'd have the blues,
whose cryin', guess you lose.

(twice)
It's about that time, be movin' on

Train (version from "Missing Links, Vol. 3")

1: Well I'm an man, I sing an angry song,
Tell you it won't be long,
Well I'll my bags, get outa here,
With my and a case o' beer.
Well I'm goin' north and I'm south,
Tell you honey, shut you're mouth,
Well kick your head from here to hell,
You better I can do it well.

Midnight train, ramblin', ramblin',
All long I'm a-gamblin', gamblin',
all my money well it really is funny, hon.
train, ramblin', ramblin',
All long I'm a-gamblin', gamblin',
Tell you what'n baby you better be movin' on.

2: Well I really don't know I'm goin' for sure,
Ain't got a map, and it no tour,
I'm just out for the open sky,
Who knows? Might die.
Well you worry your pretty little head,
I give a damn what I did or said.
That's why I'm packin' to this place,
Can't stand at your cheatin' face.

(repeat)

3: Well you treated me like a boy,
And you around like I was a toy.
I guess you thought I'd the blues,
Look cryin', guess you lose.

(repeat)

CHORUS: train, rambling, rambling,
All night I'm gambling, gambling.
all my money, well it really ain't so funny, hon.
train, rambling, rambling,
All night I'm gambling, gambling.
Tell you what'n baby, you better be moving on.

(repeat)

CHORUS: It's about that time, better be on.
Get outa here, you better be on.
Well that's all she wrote, you better be on.