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

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

I can see the cattle grazing the hills at early morn
I can see the campfires smoking at the of the dawn
I can hear the bronco's neighing, I can hear the cowboy
I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the

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

I can see the cattle grazing o'er the 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 sing
I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the

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

I've seen 'em stampede o'er the hills till you'd they'd never stop
I've seen 'em run for miles and miles until their leader
I was a of a cow ranch, the calling 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 smoking at the breaking of the dawn
I can hear the bronco's neighing, I can the cowboy sing
I'd to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

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