Luyện nghe bài hát Man With The Big Hat

Stephen

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

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

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

Well his was brown and faded
And his hat was wide and
And the that once were blue were grey and had a pocket gone in back
He had a finger missin' from the hand that rolled the
He laughed and of cowboy life but you knew 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 only thought was leavin', but you had to go

Well he rested at the bar, his foot upon the rail
And laughed and 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 drive from here to San Antone
Ten days in the saddle you know, and to the bone
I from here to Wichita without a womans' smile
The camp fire where I cooked my beans was the light for miles

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

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

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