Luyện nghe bài hát Midnight Train [Demo Version]

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

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

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

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

Well don't you your pretty little head
'Cause you never a dang what I did or said.
That's why I'm to leave this place
Can't to look at your cheatin' face.

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

(twice)
It's that time, better 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 I'll pack my bags, get here,
my guitar and a case o' beer.
Well I'm goin' and I'm goin' south,
you honey, better shut you're mouth,
Well I'll kick your head from to hell,
You better I can do it well.

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

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

(repeat)

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

(repeat)

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

(repeat)

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