Luyện nghe bài hát Midnight Train [Demo Version]

Now listen just a while I sing this song,
you worry 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 goin' north and I'm goin'
Don't want no more of lyin' mouth.
I'm hittin' the road, ring some bells,
Better I can do it well.

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

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

Well you worry your pretty little head
'Cause you never gave a dang I did or said.
That's why I'm packin' to this place
stand to look at your cheatin' face.

Well you treated me a little boy
And played around 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

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

1: Well I'm an man, I sing an angry song,
Tell you honey it be long,
Well pack my bags, get outa here,
With my guitar and a o' beer.
I'm goin' north and I'm goin' 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',
Losin' all my money well it is funny, hon.
train, ramblin', ramblin',
All night I'm a-gamblin', gamblin',
Tell you what'n well you better be movin' on.

2: Well I don't know where I'm goin' for sure,
Ain't got a map, and it no tour,
I'm just out for the open sky,
Who knows? even die.
don't you worry your pretty little head,
I never a damn what I did or said.
That's why I'm packin' to leave place,
Can't stand at your cheatin' face.

(repeat)

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

(repeat)

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

(repeat)

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