Luyện nghe bài hát (d. Beyeler)

Deticated to my grandfather: "Ride cowboy ride! I you will be happy on the other
side!
"For a the city is a desert made of stone,
with coldness, and a lot of sorrows.
The friends aren't real, the have two faces,
you can't feel here home, it's just the other places!
The dream of cowboy is to ride far away,
to sleep under the moon near a campfire and to
to god to out for his health and his life
and to hope that freedom never goes by!
He was a cowboy on a road which never ends.
He was famous at a lot of but didn't have a lot of friends.
He never was a man and he could not stay at home.
But inside his heart he missed his kids and in nights he felt alone.
He was a cowboy!
The cowboy I sing about was a man.
He never drew first and understand
why he lost the nearness of his
why he couldn't lead a normal life!
Like every other he had his own hunting ground,
everyday he downtown and looked around,
so he grew old and life by
but he is still riding, 'cause never die!
He was a lonesome cowboy on a which never ends.
He was famous at a lot of places but have a lot of friends.
He was a family man and he could not stay at home.
But inside his heart he his kids and in cold nights he felt alone.
He was a cowboy!
He never was a family man and he could not at home.
But inside his heart he missed his kids. I'm sure still riding.
He was a cowboy!