Luyện nghe bài hát My Sweet Wyoming Home

My Sweet Home
by Bill
a silence on the prairie
That a man help but feel;
a shadow growing longer now,
And at my heels.
For I know that soon old four-lane
runs beneath my wheels
Will take me home to my Wyoming home.
I down the road last summer
With a few old of mine.
all hit the money, Lord,
I didn't a time.
The entrance fees they my dough,
And the took my time,
And now I'm headed home to my sweet home.
Cho: the moon smiling in the sky
And hum a tune, a lullaby.
A peaceful wind, an old cry
A song of home, my sweet home.

Well, the rounders they all you luck
When they know in a jam.
But your money's on the bull,
And he give a damn.
Well shows in all the cities,
The cities turn heart to clay;
It all a man can muster
to try and get away.
And the songs I'm used to
Ain't the kind the plays,
And now I'm headed home to my Wyoming home.
Cho.
You know I've always the ridin',
There ain't nothin' the same,
And year may bring the luck
Of all the game.
a magpie on the fencerail,
And he's out my name,
And he calls me to my sweet Wyoming home.
Cho.