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 told of 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 hills at morn
I can see the campfires smoking at the 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

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

I can see the cattle o'er 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 sing
I'd like to be in for the roundup 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 asked him for a of his life out on the plains
Slowly he 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 until 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 morn
I can see the smoking at the breaking 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

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