Luyện nghe bài hát Man With The Big Hat

Stephen

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

I could you stories 'bout the Indians on the plain
Talk Wells Fargo and the comin' of the trains
Talk of the slaughter of the that roamed
Sing a song of settlers, come out looking for a

(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
to my compadres and me

Well his shirt was and faded
And his hat was and black
And the pants that once were blue were grey and had a pocket in back
He had a finger missin' from the hand that rolled the
He and talked 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 upon 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 upon the
And laughed and talked of times had out living on the trail
The was never broken as the words poured from his lips
Quiet as the forty five he on his hip, he said ...

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

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

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

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