Luyện nghe bài hát Man With The Big Hat

Stephen

In a bar in
On a sultry 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 on his head
I listened to the stories told to the that cowboy said. He said...

I could tell you 'bout the Indians 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, come out for a home

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

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

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

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

I the cattle drive from here to San Antone
Ten days in the you know, and weary to the bone
I rode from here to Wichita without a smile
The camp fire where I cooked my beans was the only light for

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

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

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