Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe The Wrangler

Little Joe the Wrangler, he'll never more
His days the remuda, they're all done
It was about last April, he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas and all alone

It was late in the evening when he rode into our camp
On a old brown pony he called Shaw
In his shoes and coveralls a harder lookin' kid
You never in life have seen before

His saddle was a kack built many years ago
An OK on one foot idly hung
With his bed roll in a cotton sack, was loosely tied
And a canteen from the horn he'd slung

Said he had to leave his home his pa had married twice
His new ma him every day or two
So he saddled up old Shaw one night and lit a shuck way
Thought he'd try and paddle now his own

Said he'd try to do the best he could if we'd give him work
Though he didn't straight up about a cow
So the boss he cut him out a mount and put him on
And we he liked our little stray somehow

Well, he him how to herd the horses, learned to know 'em all
And to get 'em in by if he could
And to follow the chuck wagon and to hitch the team
And to the carsonaro rustle wood

We had driven to red river and the weather it was
We camped down on the south side in a bend
When a norther started blowin', we the extra guard
it took all hands to hold the cattle in

Now Little Joe the Wrangler was out with all the rest
And barely had the kid got to the
When the cattle they like a hailstorm, on they flew
With all of us a for the lead

Between the streaks of lightnin' we could see a horse
It was Little Joe the Wrangler in the
He was riding old Blue Rocket with a slicker his head
He was trying to check the in their speed

We got 'em millin' and they sort of quieted down
The guard back to the camp did go
All but one of was missing and we all knew at a glance
T'was our little stray boy Wrangler Joe

We found him there at sun up where old Blue fell
In a washout some twenty feet
Beneath his horse smashed to a pulp, his had rung the knell
For our Texas stray boy Wrangler Joe

Now Little Joe the Wrangler, he'll wrangle never
His days with the remuda, all done
It was long about last April he rode our camp
Just a little Texas stray and all