Luyện nghe bài hát A Memory Of Jim

It's a story sad to
About the end of life's
For the cowboy I've ever known
He here so young
his dreams still undone
He on to that heavenly home

A cowboy he was
He the roundups in spring
And he Texas 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 bronc do
He'd ride the bad one and never
When you a hand
He'd be there the end
He'd by you in sunshine or rain

A he was king
He do anything
His was made of pure gold
It won't seem right
It still cuts like a
you Jim how can we go on

Green pastures now he
On that beyond the skies
In that where he'll never grow old
On a good horse fly
With the by his side
Running down trails of shining gold

A he was king
We'd and we'd sing
His favorite was The Roan
So adios my good
Someday ride again
you Jim how can we go on

2003 Pistol Hill ASCAP