Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Will Rogers

He was and raised in Oklahoma
His blood lines white and Cherokee
His daddy owned a ranch of Clairmore
Where he learned to before the age of three

Now young Rogers was a cowboy
And he practiced with his rope everyday
Well he'd ride the barn or across the prairie
And throw a at anything that came his way

Yes, Will was a country boy
One of favorite sons
The nation him as their pride and joy
But his were deep in Oklahoma side

too long he had his fill of schooling
At eighteen he got the urge to roam
A whole great big was out there waiting
So he up and lit out on his own

He wrangled for some ranches down in
And he punched cows out in New Mexico
And he starved to death in Argentina
Then in Africa he joined a west show

Yes, Will Rogers was a boy
One of Oklahoma's favorite
The claimed him as their pride and joy
But his roots deep in Oklahoma side

From the early days of Vaudeville to the big
Folks that knew him said he never
He was the simple Oaklahoma cowboy
And no matter what he stayed the same

Well I suppose most of all he loved the
Said, he met a man he didn't like
When times hard and folks were feeling sorry
A word from would always bring a smile

Yes, Rogers was a country boy
One of Oklahoma's sons
The nation him as their pride and joy
But his roots were deep in Oklahoma
Yes, his were deep in Oklahoma side