Luyện nghe bài hát Cottonwood

Around the rim on
There stands a shack
And a corral to pen a bronc
And a shed to your khack
the peak of lodgepoles
Between an stand
Behind the crest of
That stretch the broken
the sage and the timber
Where often hide
Where I to each December to curl up inside
And up at the windy peaks
And feel the fire's
Then out through the morning
the dusted winter snow
Around the rim on
A brand new track
That dots a line up the draw
And slowly circles
Where somewhere in the night
He like a spirit
the realm of vision
Not I nor could hear it
But yet the proof that there he
Cut fresh the snow
And still I shiver at the
Of where and why he
Around the rim on
Where deep the canyon
Into the mountain's bowels
Its twisted guts
The frozen rivers down
And springs on the hill
At minus and more
The running still
And running are shadows now
For day not stay long
Soon the full moon high
And I can hear the song of one coyote
farewell to the sun
Sending out the that finally evening time has come
the rim on Cottonwood
My fire's burning
My cabin
My ride was
My is sweet and sound