Luyện nghe bài hát Prospector Polka

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

Pete, the Old Prospector, a happy little elf
And when he a squeezebox play 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 down the range

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

He's Pete, the Old Prospector, a little elf
And when he hears a squeezebox play he just can't help
With a pickax for a partner he o'er the plains
He pans for gold and polkas up and down the range

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