Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy Like Me

Just eighteen when the Great War was through
and fighin' was all that I knew
Hard and death was all that I seen
Ridin' hell bend for in search of a dream
I rode on a heard up the old Chisum trail
Straight through to Dodge City's jail
My dusty wages played out way too soon
On whisky and Keno at the Long Branch
All I left is my stories to tell
too far and I'm plumb scared of hell
Nobody wants this pain and
But there still are some who think they be a cowboy like me

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

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