Luyện nghe bài hát A Memory Of Jim

It's a sad to tell
About the end of trail
For the best cowboy I've ever
He here so young
With his still undone
He on to that heavenly home

A he was king
He the roundups in spring
And he loved it was always his home
We know The understands
How we miss our old
you Jim how can we go on

He'd save the best for you
For him an old would do
ride the bad one and never complain
When you a hand
He'd be 'till the end
He'd by you in sunshine or rain

A cowboy he was
He could do
His was made of pure gold
It won't ever right
It still cuts a knife
you Jim how can we go on

Green pastures now he
On range beyond the skies
In that country where he'll grow old
On a good horse fly
With the by his side
Running freely down trails of gold

A he was king
laugh and we'd sing
His was The Strawberry Roan
So adios my friend
Someday we'll again
you Jim how can we go on

2003 Pistol Hill ASCAP