Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe The Wrangler

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

Was late in the evening when he rode our camp
On the little pony he called Chaw
With his brogan shoes and a tougher looking kid
You in your life before had saw

His saddle was a Texas built many years ago
An OK spur on one lightly swung
With his packroll in a cotton sack so tied behind
And a canteen from his saddle horn was

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

He said if we 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 and kindly put him on
He sorta this little kid somehow

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 cook evening rustle wood

We had reached the Pecos the weather it was fine
We were camped down on the south side in a
When a northern commenced blowing and we doubled up our
It took every one of us to them in

Little Joe the was called out with the rest
Scarcely had the little reached the herd
When the cattle they stampeded like a hailstorm on fled
And everyone was ridin' for the

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

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

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