Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy Like Me

Just barely eighteen when the Great War was
Ridin' and fighin' was all that I
Hard life and death was all I seen
Ridin' hell bend for leather in search of a
I drag on a heard up the old Chisum trail
through Oklahoma to Dodge City's jail
My hard dusty played out way too soon
On whisky and Keno at the Long Saloon
All I have left is my to tell
too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
Nobody wants this and misery
But there still are who think they 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 coffee and a mountain of
With to attend to at forty below
And back for the round up in April or May
You round up the boys and you cut out the strays
And you touch a woman before the long summer ends
Then its back to the shack and do it all again
And all I left...

I've given bad guys a hard way to go
I busted my bones in them old time
I might have stretched truth Lord but never lied
you tell I'm a cowboy by the scars on my side
But I rode with Cole and New Jesse James
Me and old use to ride on the range
And men all sir to my Colt 45
And I was with the night that he died
All I left...