Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy Like Me

Just barely eighteen the Great War was through
Ridin' and fighin' was all that I
Hard life and death was all I seen
Ridin' hell bend for in search of a dream
I rode drag on a heard up the old trail
Straight through to Dodge City's jail
My hard dusty played out way too soon
On whisky and at the Long Branch Saloon
All I left is my stories to tell
Heavens too far and I'm plumb of hell
wants this pain and misery
But there still are some who think they be a cowboy like me

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

I've given some bad a hard way to go
I busted my bones in them old rodeos
I might have stretched truth Lord but I've 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 Wyatt use to ride on the
And men all sir to my Colt 45
And I was with the night that he died
All I left...