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Folsom Prison Blues - Johnny Cash: a cloze exercise

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Words and Verbs to insert:

baby= bambino -- bend= curva -- cigars= sigari -- die= morire -- fancy= elegante -- farther= più lontano -- folks= gente -- free= libero -- guns= pistole -- lonesome= solitario -- prison= prigione -- probably= forse -- railroad= ferrovia -- shot= sparai -- sunshine= luce del sole -- stuck= bloccato -- that= quel -- those= quei/quelle -- told= disse -- tortures= tortura (v) -- where= dove -- whistle= fischio
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I hear the train a comin'
It's rollin' 'round the ,
And I ain't seen the ,
Since, I don't know when,
I'm in Folsom Prison,
And time keeps draggin' on,
But train keeps a-rollin',
On down to San Antone.

When I was just a ,
My Mama me, "Son,
Always be a good boy,
Don't ever play with ,"
But I a man in Reno,
Just to watch him ,
When I hear that blowin',
I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich eatin',
In a dining car,
They're drinkin' coffee,
And smokin' big ,
But I know I had it comin',
I know I can't be ,
But people keep a-movin',
And that's what me.

Well, if they freed me from this ,
If that train was mine,
I bet I'd move out over a little,
down the line,
Far from Folsom Prison,
That's I want to stay,
And I'd let that whistle,
Blow my Blues away.
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I hear the train a comin'
It's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine,
Since, I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison,
And time keeps draggin' on,
But that train keeps a-rollin',
On down to San Antone.

When I was just a baby,
My Mama told me, "Son,
Always be a good boy,
Don't ever play with guns,"
But I shot a man in Reno,
Just to watch him die,
When I hear that whistle blowin',
I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folks eatin',
In a fancy dining car,
They're probably drinkin' coffee,
And smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin',
I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a-movin',
And that's what tortures me.

Well, if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move out over a little,
Farther down the line,
Far from Folsom Prison,
That's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome whistle,
Blow my Blues away.