Luyện nghe bài hát Paint Me Back Home In Wyoming

She was painting a picture of slum
the cowboy came limping by
Wearing tattered old boots one sole gone
And a far look in his eye

he watched for a while as she painted
And then he said, "Mama, you surely well"
Yes, you got all on your canvas
The the squalor and the hell

Well she asked to paint him in the
Ah, but he his head slowly and low
He said, "Naw, I fit your picture
Unless you can me back home"

Can you me back home in Wyoming
Riding free 'neath the big sky
as the wind on the prairie
Out in the hills I love
I long to get to Wyoming
And I've hoped all these that I can
paint me back home on your canvas
Paint me back in Wyoming

Well I claimed this festered city
You know I was on a ranch out in the west
I my young years bustin' horses
And boy they said, I ride with the best

So I came to Madison Square Garden
To ride in the big
Ah, but I got on and all crippled up
And chute bronc is all I know

Ah, boy if I could just get back to
I feel so alone
Ah, but the pain is too for the roamin'
So can you paint me back home

Can you me back home in Wyoming
Riding neath the big sky above
Free as the on the prairie
Out in the hills that I
I long to get to Wyoming
And I've hoped all these that I can
Please me back home on your canvas
Paint me back in again
Paint me back in Wyoming