Luyện nghe bài hát Cattle Call

The are prowling, the coyotes are howling
Way out where the doggies
spurs are a jingling, the cowboy is singing
His cattle call

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

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

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