Luyện nghe bài hát Man With The Big Hat

Stephen

In a bar in
On a summer day
A cowboy came in off the road to pass the time away
He pulled a stool up to the bar and pushed his hat on his head
I listened to the stories to the words that cowboy said. He said...

I could tell you stories 'bout the on the plain
Talk about Wells Fargo and the comin' of the
Talk of the slaughter of the buffalo that
Sing a song of settlers, out looking for a home

(both)
Now the man with the big hat is
Drink up the drinking is free
Drink up to the cowboys a or a dying
Drink to my and me
Drink to my and me

Well his shirt was and faded
And his hat was wide and
And the pants that were blue were grey and had a pocket gone in back
He had a finger from the hand that rolled the smoke
He laughed and talked of cowboy life but you it weren't no joke, he said....

I seen the day so hot your pony could not
And if your water bag was dry, don't count the land
And winters, I've seen when your boots froze in the snow
And your thought was leavin', but you had nowhere to go

Well he rested easy at the bar, his foot the rail
And and talked of times he'd had out living on the trail
The was never broken as the words poured from his lips
Quiet as the forty five he carried on his hip, he ...

I rode the cattle drive from to San Antone
Ten days in the saddle you know, and to the bone
I rode from here to Wichita a womans' smile
The camp fire where I cooked my beans was the only for miles

Well he rolled ciggarette, as he turned toward the door
I heard his spurs a jingling as his boot hit the floor
He loosened up his belt a notch, his hat down on his head
As he turned to say goodby to me this is he said....

Now the high-lines chase the highways, and the close the range
And to see a cowboy, that's a sight that's mighty strange
But a cowboy's was lonley, and his lot was not the best
But if it been for men like me, there wouldn't be no west.

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