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 his hat back on his head
I listened to the stories told to the words that said. He said...

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

(both)
Now the man with the big hat is
Drink up while the is free
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 and black
And the pants that once were blue were grey and had a pocket gone in
He had a finger missin' the hand that rolled the smoke
He laughed and talked of cowboy but you knew 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 when your froze in the snow
And your only thought was leavin', but you had 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 broken as the words poured from his lips
as the forty five he carried on his hip, he said ...

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

Well he another ciggarette, as he turned toward the door
I his spurs 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 this is he said....

Now the high-lines chase the highways, and the close the range
And to see a working cowboy, that's a 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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