Luyện nghe bài hát Cattle Call

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

He in the sun
'Til his days work is
And he rounds up the cattle fall
Singing his cattle

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

browned as a berry
From riding the
And he sings an old western drawl
Singing his cattle