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 was all that I seen
Ridin' bend for leather in search of a dream
I rode on a heard up the old Chisum trail
Straight through to Dodge City's jail
My hard dusty wages out way too soon
On whisky and Keno at the Long Branch
All I have left is my stories to
Heavens too far and I'm scared of hell
Nobody wants this pain and
But there still are some who they could be a cowboy like me

I spent one winter in an old line shack
With beans in my belly on my back
A of coffee and a mountain of snow
cattle 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 summer 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 in them old time rodeos
I might have stretched truth but I've never lied
Can't you tell I'm a cowboy by the scars on my
But I rode with Cole Younger and New James
Me and old Wyatt use to on the range
And men all said sir to my 45
And I was with the night that he died
All I left...