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 winds it's way out 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 that overlook the valleys
the sagebrush and the cottonwoods grow
This is ranch has been for more than one hundred years
Well have changed some since the early days
But there's still a thread of character and
That runs thru one generation to the next
You can see it out here the way sit a horse
You can hear it in the way talk
And when the work is all done there's they like better
to get together at the one-room schoolhouse under the red wall
For another homegrown western Saturday night
Well the all done and the brandins' through
don't start for a week or two
There ain't but one left 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 western good time alamode bring along your appetite
Take a right hand turn through the cattle
Park it in the old school yard
Gonna up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my woman tight
Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
Pull down your hat your mind in the middle raise a ruckus tonight
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 kids are tag out back
Someone's through the outhouse crack
And if his mom could see him she'd a heart attack
And he'd have a time sittin' down
Now, the young cowboys are starting to
The teenage are playin' hard to get
And driving them crazy but the night's young yet
um time they'll come around
Yippee and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
We come here to party and not spit and whittle while the moon is shining
There's a coyote howlin' from the above to the harmony of a morning dove
For the couple in the fallin' in love
On another down home good time homegrown western Saturday

Now the midnight supper really hit the spot beef and pie and coffee in a pot
And if you drank to much I'll tell you it'll sure get you back on your feet
Well the old couple by the schoolhouse door
Grinin' at the kids around the floor
And they remember the way it was ago how the memories taste so sweet
Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the 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 Saturday