Luyện nghe bài hát Drover

The real people away
But find a better word, someday
only me and my dreams
My cattle and a
I drove all the down right under your nose
The lumbering footloose
The bull and the
Don't them don't try to hurt them
My
I drove them by the crops and thought the crops were
I consoled myself with thoughts
And I set my watch against the city
It was way off
Yeah one thing about wild, wild country
It a strong, strong
It breaks a strong, mind
Yeah one about this wild, wild country
It a strong, strong
It a strong, strong mind
And anything less, less
Makes me feel like I'm wasting my
But the pain and frustration, is not
It to the cattle, through the valley
And my cattle turns on me
I was knocked back
I was knocked out cold for one clack of the track
Then I rose a colossal buried, buried in sand
I rose like a
For I am in the end a
A by trade
When my turns on me
I am a drover, fold
My cattle bears it all away for me and
One, one, one, one, one, one ...
Yeah one thing about this wild, wild
It a strong, strong
It breaks a strong, mind
And anything less, anything
Makes me feel like I'm wasting my