Luyện nghe bài hát Ride My Pony

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

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

Ridin lonesome has no meaning
Ridin somewhere I aint to long
down a mountain side careening
Ridin up some open cut with my only song
I Ill ride my pony

Well, the you might say he is a slave to the Brute
But he loves that beast of 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 and we rode the Highland Rim
She kept my cabin warm in winter and every hem
And I would have took her with me but that trail ends
So I Ill ride my pony

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

I think Ill ride my
I think Ill my pony