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
told of places where they'd 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 smoking at the breaking of the dawn
I can hear the bronco's neighing, I can hear the cowboy
I'd to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring

In a corner in an old armchair, sat a man whose was gray
He listened to eagerly, to what they had to say
They asked him he'd like to be, his clear old voice did ring
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 smoking at the breaking of the
I can the bronco's neighing, I can hear the cowboy sing
I'd like to be in for the roundup in the spring

They sat and listened carefully to word he had to say
They knew the old man there, had been a top hand 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 you'd think they'd never stop
I've seen 'em run for miles and miles their leader dropped
I was a of a cow ranch, the calling of a king
I'd like to be in for the roundup 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 hear the cowboy
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 could hear the last stampede, the songs of sing
Way back down in Texas for the in the spring