Luyện nghe bài hát I'd Like to Be in Texas When They Roundup in the Spring

In the lobby of a big in New York Town, one day
Sat a bunch of fellows yarns, to pass the time away
They told of places where they'd been and things they'd seen
preferred Chicago Town, while others New Orleans

I can see the cattle o'er the hills at early morn
I can see the campfires at the breaking of the dawn
I can hear the bronco's neighing, I can hear the cowboy
I'd to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

In a corner in an old armchair, sat a man whose hair was
He listened to them eagerly, to what had to say
They him where he'd like to be, his clear old voice did ring
I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the

I can see the cattle grazing o'er the hills at morn
I can see the campfires at the breaking of the dawn
I can hear the neighing, I can hear the cowboy sing
I'd like to be in Texas for the in the spring

They sat and carefully to each word he had to say
They knew the old man there, had been a top hand in his day
They asked him for a of his life out on the plains
Slowly he removed his hat then began

I've seen 'em stampede o'er the till you'd think they'd never stop
I've seen 'em run for miles and miles their leader dropped
I was a foreman of a cow ranch, the of a king
I'd like to be in Texas for the in the spring

I can see the cattle grazing o'er the hills at early
I can see the campfires at the breaking of the dawn
I can the bronco's neighing, I can hear the cowboy sing
I'd like to be in Texas for the in the spring

I'd like to sleep my last long sleep with earth for bed
My saddle for a pillow, the stars overhead
Then I hear the last stampede, the songs of rivers sing
Way back down in Texas for the roundup in the