Luyện nghe bài hát Home Frown Western Saturday Night

There's a place out west where the Powder runs off the Big Horn Mountains
And it's way out across the plains
a land of red walls blue sky and clean air
Where the eagle glides high the canyons
And makes his nest in the rocks overlook the valleys
Where the sagebrush and the grow
This is ranch country has for more than one hundred years
Well things changed some since the early days
But there's still a of character and tradition
That runs thru from one generation to the
You can see it out here the way folks sit a
You can it in the way they talk
And when the work is all done there's nothing they like
Than to get together at the one-room under the red wall
For another down homegrown western Saturday
the calving's all done and the brandins' through
Hayin' start for a week or two
There ain't but one thing to do it's time to celebrate

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

Well the little kids are playin' tag out
Someone's peekin' through the crack
And if his mom could see him have a heart attack
And he'd have a hard time down
Now, the young cowboys are to sweat
The teenage girls are playin' to get
And it's driving them crazy but the 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 and whittle while the moon is shining bright
There's a coyote howlin' from the hills above to the of a morning dove
For the in the moonlight fallin' in love
On another down home good homegrown western Saturday night

Now the midnight supper really hit the spot there's 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 couple sitting by the door
Grinin' at the kids around the floor
And they remember the way it was years ago how the taste so sweet
Yippee and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar turn it up a little
We come here to party and not spit and whittle from Faded Love to the Cattle
The music flows out to the old red wall echo around till clear next fall
Well have another down home good time western Saturday night