Luyện nghe bài hát Cattle Call

The are prowling, the coyotes are howling
Way out where the roam
Where spurs are a jingling, the is singing
His lonesome cattle

He in the sun
'Til his days work is
And he rounds up the cattle each
his cattle call

For hours he would ride on the far and wide
When the night wind up and slow
His is a feather in all kinds of weather
He his cattle call

He's as a berry
riding the prairie
And he sings with an old drawl
his cattle call