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

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

He in the sun
'Til his days is done
And he up the cattle each fall
his cattle call

For hours he would ride on the far and wide
When the night blows up and slow
His heart is a 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 call