Luyện nghe bài hát Prospector Polka

There's a little guy I know, who spends all day just gold
And he loves to the polka cowboy style
Snowy beard and up hat, taps his toe this way and that
Keeping time to music all the while
He was born in Pennsylvania but came West when a lad
To stake a claim and mine yella gold
a shovel and a pick and a happy polka kick
He's the best at nuggets so I'm told

Pete, the Old Prospector, a happy little elf
And when he hears a squeezebox he just can't help himself
With a pickax for a he dances o'er the plains
He pans for gold and polkas up and the rolling range

With his bag of mining tools and the big ole mule
He's off at dawn his golden quest
If you see him say "Hello" a fellow you should know
a polka dancin' champion of the West

He's Pete, the Old Prospector, a happy elf
And when he hears a squeezebox play he can't help himself
With a pickax for a he dances o'er the plains
He pans for and polkas up and down the rolling range

He's Pete the Old Prospector, champion of the rolling