Luyện nghe bài hát Home Frown Western Saturday Night

There's a out west where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn Mountains
And winds way out across the plains
It's a land of red blue sky and clean air
Where the eagle glides high the canyons
And his nest in the rocks that overlook the valleys
Where the sagebrush and the cottonwoods
This is ranch has been for more than one hundred years
Well things have changed some the early days
But there's a thread of character and tradition
That runs thru from one to the next
You can see it out here the way folks sit a
You can hear it in the way they
And when the work is all done there's nothing they like
Than to get together at the one-room schoolhouse the red wall
For another down homegrown western 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 time to celebrate

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

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

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 back on your
the old couple sitting by the schoolhouse door
Grinin' at the kids dancin' around the
And they remember the way it was years ago how the 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 from Faded Love to the Cattle
The music flows out to the old red wall it'll echo till clear next fall
Well have another down home good time homegrown western night