Luyện nghe bài hát Cottonwood

Around the rim on
There stands a cedar
And a pole corral to pen a
And a shed to your khack
Beneath the of lodgepoles
Between an aspen
Behind the crest of
That stretch the broken
the sage and the timber
Where often hide
Where I ride to each December to up inside
And look up at the windy
And feel the fire's
trot out through the morning
'Cross the dusted snow
Around the rim on
A brand new lion
dots a line up through the draw
And circles back
Where in the bitter night
He drifted a spirit
the realm of vision
Not I nor could hear it
But yet the proof that he crept
Cut fresh into the
And still I shiver at the
Of and why he goes
Around the rim on
deep the canyon cuts
Into the mountain's bowels
Its winding guts
The frozen down below
And springs on the hill
At minus seventeen and
The running still
And deep are shadows now
For day not stay long
Soon the full rises high
And I can hear the of one lonely coyote
Singing to the sun
Sending out the call finally evening time has come
the rim on Cottonwood
My fire's burning
My warm
My was good
My is sweet and sound