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 the time away
They told of places where they'd been and things they'd seen
Some Chicago Town, while others New Orleans

I can see the grazing o'er the hills at early morn
I can see the smoking at the breaking of the dawn
I can hear the 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 listened to them eagerly, to what had to say
They asked him he'd like to be, his clear old voice did ring
I'd to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

I can see the cattle grazing o'er the hills at early
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

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

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

I can see the grazing o'er the hills at early morn
I can see the campfires smoking at the 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 my last long sleep with mother earth for bed
My for a pillow, the bright stars overhead
Then I hear the last stampede, the songs of rivers sing
Way down in Texas for the roundup in the spring