Luyện nghe bài hát Buffalo Skinners

Traditional,
by Arlo

Come all you old cowboys
And listen to my
do not grow weary
I'll not you long
some wild cowboys
Who did to go
And spend the summer
On the of the buffalo.

I found myself in Griffin
In eighty-three
When a man by the name of
Come up to me
Sayin "How do you do young
And you like to go
And spend the summer
On the of the buffalo".

Well me being out of right then
To drover I did say
"My out on the buffalo range
Depends the pay
But if you pay wages,
to and fro
I I might go with you
On the of the Buffalo".

yes I pay good wages
And too
If you'll to work for me
the season's through
But if you do get
And you try and run
You'll starve to out on the trail
And you'll lose your pay

Well with all the flatterin'
He up quite a train
Some ten or twelve in
Of able men
And our it was a pleasant one
Through all New
Until we crossed Pease
On the of the buffalo

It was our pleasures ended
And our troubles all
A lightnin' storm up on us
And made the run
We got of the stickers
On the cactus did grow
And the outlaws to pick us off
In the of Mexico

Well the season ended
But the drover not pay
He said "You spent your boys
all in debt to me".
But the never put much stock
In a like a bankrupt law
So we the bastard's bones to bleach
On the of the buffalo.