Luyện nghe bài hát Horses & Cattle

My home's in montana, I a bandana,
My spurs are silver, my is a bay.
And I've been a-roamin? all wyomin?
plenty of work, but there ain't too much pay.

Me and a few boys we on at dubois,
To feed through the winter and out awhile.
Come a hittin? norther from the montana border,
We tallied the frozen ones after mile.

Well give you your three squares and a bunk to sleep there,
And just enough wages to you around.
But with no place to it and nowhere to send it,
You can stay out of if you stay out of town.

It's horses and cattle and a rig saddle,
With a line, a catch twine, and a good ropin' arm.
Wherever there's ranches, I've been my chances,
From sunrise to sunset the day I was born.

We struck out for early one saturday,
Spring was a breakin? the turnin' green.
Well, I a hand in some fast movin' brandin'
they offered top wages at the bar seventeen.

We followed a clear up to codeo,
to ride me a bronco or two.
Well, I [c]busted hosses for [f]two or three bosses,
And [c]lost all the wages that I [c]drew.

it's hell and high water for the [f]idaho border,
Where [c]i've got a gal if letter don't [g]lie.
If she me a reason to [f]stay through the season,
I'll her to elko when the [f]snow starts to [c]fly.