Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe The Wrangler

Little Joe the will wrangle nevermore
His days with the roundup are o'er
Was a year ago last when he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas and nothing more

Was late in the evening he rode into our camp
On the little Texas pony he called
his brogan shoes and overalls a tougher looking kid
You never in your life had saw

His saddle was a Texas kack built years ago
An OK spur on one foot swung
With his in a cotton sack so loosely tied behind
And a canteen from his saddle was slung

He said he had to leave his his pa had married twice
His new ma whipped him day or two
So he saddled up old one night and lit a shuck his way
He said try to paddle his own canoe

He if we would give him work he'd do the best he could
Though he didn't know up about a cow
So the boss he cut him out a mount and put him on
He sorta liked this little kid

He learned to wrangle and learned to know them all
And get them in at if he could
And to trail the old wagon and always hitch the team
And help to each evening rustle wood

We had hardly the Pecos the weather it was fine
We were camped down on the side in a draw
a northern commenced blowing and we doubled up our guards
It every one of us to hold them in

Little Joe the Wrangler was called out with the
Scarcely had the little fellow the herd
the cattle they stampeded like a hailstorm on they fled
And everyone was for the lead

Amid the streaks of lightnin' there was one horse up
He was tryin' to the leaders in their speed
It was little Joe the Wrangler with a slicker his head
He was ridin' Old Rocket in the lead

At last we got them millin' and quited down
And the extra guards back to the wagon
But there was one a we could see it at a glance
Was our little stray poor Wrangler Joe

Next morning just at we found where Rocket fell
Down in a washout feet below
Beneath his horse his had gone his spur had run its knell
Was our little Texas poor Wrangler Joe