Luyện nghe bài hát Paint Me Back Home In Wyoming

She was painting a picture of slum
When the cowboy 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 this on canvas
The dirt the 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 paint me back home in
Riding free the big sky above
as the wind on the prairie
Out in the that I love
I to get back to Wyoming
And I've hoped all years that I can
Please paint me back home on your
Paint me back in Wyoming

Well I never claimed festered city
You I was raised on a ranch out in the west
I spent my young years horses
And boy said, I could ride with the best

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

Ah, boy if I could just get back to
I wouldn't feel so
Ah, but the pain is too much for the
So please can you paint me home

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