Luyện nghe bài hát Man With The Big Hat

Stephen

In a bar in
On a summer day
A cowboy came in off the 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 that said. He said...

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

(both)
Now the man the big hat is buying
Drink up while the drinking is
up to the cowboys a dead 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 once were blue were grey and had a pocket gone in back
He had a finger missin' from the hand that 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 could not stand
And if your water bag was dry, don't upon the land
And winters, I've seen winters your boots froze in the snow
And your only was leavin', but you had nowhere to go

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

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

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