Luyện nghe bài hát Cattle Call (LeAnn Rimes & Eddy Arnold)

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

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

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

He's browned as a
From riding the
And he sings an old western drawl
his cattle call