Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy Like Me

Just barely eighteen when the War was through
Ridin' and fighin' was all that I
Hard life and death was all that I
Ridin' hell bend for leather in of a dream
I rode drag on a heard up the old trail
Straight through Oklahoma to Dodge City's
My hard wages played out way too soon
On whisky and Keno at the Branch Saloon
All I have left is my stories to
Heavens too far and I'm plumb scared of
Nobody wants this pain and
But there still are some who think could be a cowboy like me

I spent one lonely winter in an old line
With beans in my rain on my back
A ration of and a mountain of snow
With to attend to at forty below
And it's for the round up in April or May
You round up the calf's and you cut out the strays
And you might touch a woman before the long ends
Then its back to the line shack and do it all
And all I left...

I've some bad guys a hard way to go
I busted my bones in them old rodeos
I might have stretched truth Lord but I've never
Can't you tell I'm a by the scars on my side
But I rode with Cole and New Jesse James
Me and old Wyatt use to ride on the
And men all said sir to my 45
And I was with Hitchcock the that he died
All I left...