Luyện nghe bài hát Cottonwood

Around the rim on
There stands a shack
And a corral to pen a bronc
And a to hang your khack
Beneath the peak of
Between an aspen
the crest of cedars
That stretch the land
Between the and the timber
Where cattle often
Where I ride to December to curl up inside
And look up at the windy
And feel the fire's
trot out through the morning
'Cross the dusted winter
the rim on Cottonwood
A brand new lion
That dots a line up through the
And slowly back
somewhere in the bitter night
He like a spirit
the realm of vision
Not I nor horse could it
But yet the proof that there he
Cut fresh into the
And still I shiver at the
Of and why he goes
the rim on Cottonwood
Where deep the canyon
Into the mountain's bowels
Its twisted winding
The frozen down below
And warm on the hill
At minus and more
The water's still
And deep are shadows now
For day does not long
the full moon rises high
And I can hear the song of one lonely
farewell to the sun
Sending out the call finally evening time has come
Around the rim on
My burning down
My cabin
My was good
My sleep is sweet and