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 been and different things they'd seen
Some Chicago Town, while others 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 the bronco's 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 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 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 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 his hat then quietly began

I've seen 'em stampede o'er the hills till you'd think never stop
I've seen 'em run for miles and miles until their leader
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 hear the bronco's neighing, I can hear the cowboy
I'd like to be in for the roundup in the spring

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