Luyện nghe bài hát Ride My Pony

Gray and chalky like my granddaddys
Sky was cold and lonely and in
All the look like stubble on winters chin
And I think Ill my pony

Theres a wreath of bones and ribbon hangin on my door
Lusty have ravaged all of summers stores
And the fear of death even come to visit me no more
So I think Ill ride my

Ridin someplace has no meaning
somewhere I aint stayed to long
Ridin down a side careening
Ridin up some open cut with my only song
I think Ill my pony

Well, the horseman you say he is a slave to the Brute
But he that beast of burden and there is no substitute
For the pleasure of his saddle or the of his boot
So I Ill ride my pony

Had a girl in Dickson County and we rode the Rim
She my cabin warm in winter and mended every hem
And I would have took her with me but that trail never
So I Ill ride my pony

where spring comes up like roses
Wraps its thorns and petals round my
Ridin only God supposes
I could ever dream of gettin to, from sneakin up
I think Ill my pony

I think Ill ride my
I think Ill my pony