Luyện nghe bài hát Oklahoma Hills

Many months come and gone
I wandered from my home
In those Oklahoma Hills I was born
Many a of life has turned
a lesson I have learned
Yet I feel in those hills, I still belong

Way down yonder in the Indian
I my pony on the reservation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was
A-way yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life is my
In the Hills where I born

But as I sit here
Many I am away
From the I rode my pony through the draw
the Oak and Blackjack trees
Kiss the prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was

Way down yonder in the nation
I my pony on the reservation
In the Hills where I was born
down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life is my
In the Oklahoma Hills I born

As I turn life a page to the of the great Osage
To those Oklahoma Hills where I was
Where the black oil and flows
And the snow-white grows
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was

Way down yonder in the nation
I rode my pony on the
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was
A-way yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills I born