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

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

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 night blows up and slow
His is a feather in all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle

browned as a berry
From the prairie
And he sings with an old western
his cattle call