Luyện nghe bài hát Cottonwood

Around the rim on
There stands a cedar
And a pole to pen a bronc
And a shed to your khack
the peak of lodgepoles
Between an aspen
Behind the of cedars
That stretch the land
Between the and the timber
Where cattle hide
I ride to each December to curl up inside
And look up at the peaks
And feel the fire's
Then out through the morning
the dusted winter snow
Around the rim on
A brand new lion
That dots a line up the draw
And slowly back
Where somewhere in the night
He like a spirit
the realm of vision
Not I nor horse could it
But yet the that there he crept
Cut fresh the snow
And I shiver at the thought
Of where and why he
the rim on Cottonwood
Where deep the cuts
the mountain's very bowels
Its twisted winding
The frozen rivers down
And springs on the hill
At minus and more
The water's running
And running deep are now
For day does not stay
Soon the full moon rises
And I can hear the song of one coyote
farewell to the sun
Sending out the call finally evening time has come
the rim on Cottonwood
My burning down
My cabin
My ride was
My sleep is sweet and