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 stray and all

It was late in the evening when he rode into our camp
On a old brown pony he called Shaw
In his Brogan and coveralls a harder lookin' kid
You in your life have seen before

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

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

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

Well, he taught him how to herd the horses, learned to 'em all
And to get 'em in by daylight if he
And to follow the chuck wagon and to always the team
And to help the carsonaro rustle

We had to red river and the weather it was fine
We were down on the south side in a bend
When a started blowin', we called the extra guard
'Cause it took all hands to the cattle in

Now Little Joe the Wrangler was called out all the rest
And had the kid got to the herd
When the cattle they stampeded like a hailstorm, on flew
all of us a ridin' for the lead

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

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

We found him there at sun up where old Rocket fell
In a washout twenty feet below
Beneath his horse smashed to a pulp, his spur had rung the
For our little Texas stray boy Joe

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