Luyện nghe bài hát Cattle Call

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

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

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

He's browned as a
From the prairie
And he sings with an old western
Singing his call