Luyện nghe bài hát Home Frown Western Saturday Night

There's a place out where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn Mountains
And winds it's way out the plains
It's a land of red blue sky and clean air
Where the glides high above the canyons
And makes his nest in the rocks that the valleys
Where the sagebrush and the cottonwoods
This is ranch country has been for more one hundred years
Well things have changed some since the days
But there's still a thread of character and
runs thru from one generation to the next
You can see it out here the way sit a horse
You can hear it in the way they
And when the work is all done there's nothing like better
Than to get together at the schoolhouse under the red wall
For another homegrown western Saturday night
Well the calving's all done and the through
Hayin' don't for a week or two
There ain't but one thing left to do it's to celebrate

One two four
Headin' west out of town on a blacktop road folks are by the pickup load
For a western good time alamode better bring along appetite
Take a right hand turn through the cattle
Park it down in the old school
Gonna kick up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my tight
Yippee and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
Pull down your hat keep your mind in the middle raise a ruckus
the butterfly to the jitterbug me and my lady's gonna cut a rug
Wild Bill's crackin' out that old mug
On another down home good time homegrown western night

Well the little are playin' tag out back
Someone's peekin' through the crack
And if his mom could see him she'd have a attack
And have a hard time sittin' down
Now, the young are starting to sweat
The teenage are playin' hard to get
And it's them crazy but the night's young yet
Give um time they'll around
Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
We come here to party and not spit and whittle while the moon is bright
There's a coyote howlin' from the hills above to the of a morning dove
For the couple in the fallin' in love
On another down home time homegrown western Saturday night

Now the midnight supper really hit the there's beef and pie and coffee in a pot
And if you drank to much I'll tell you what it'll sure get you on your feet
Well the old sitting by the schoolhouse door
at the kids dancin' around the floor
And they remember the way it was ago how the memories taste so sweet
Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle Ord's on the guitar turn it up a little
We come here to party and not spit and whittle Faded Love to the Cattle Call
The music flows out to the old red wall it'll echo around till clear fall
Well have another down good time homegrown western Saturday night