Luyện nghe bài hát Prospector Polka

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

He's Pete, the Old Prospector, a little elf
And when he hears a squeezebox play he just help himself
With a pickax for a he dances o'er the plains
He pans for gold and polkas up and down the range

his bag of mining tools and the big ole long-eared mule
He's off at dawn upon his quest
If you see him say "Hello" Pete's a fellow you should
He's a polka champion of the West

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 dances o'er the
He pans for gold and polkas up and down the rolling

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