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 fellows telling yarns, to pass the time
told of places where they'd been and different things they'd seen
Some preferred Chicago Town, while New Orleans

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 the bronco's neighing, I can hear the cowboy sing
I'd to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

In a in an old armchair, sat a man whose hair was gray
He to them eagerly, to what they had to say
They asked him where he'd like to be, his 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 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 in the spring

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

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

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

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