Luyện nghe bài hát Ropin' Pen

Every afternoon, I hitch up the trailer
Saddle up ol' rock an' ice the cooler
Drive that back road it ends
At the Pen

There's rusted out pick-ups an' fancy
Twenty-thousand horses then there's my ol' stag
But all the same the minute we ride in
To the Pen

Well, I no Clayo Speed
But I her Hell
Hell, you can tell
Some day I might be

turn a few steers an' tell a few lies
Kick in the saddle an' philosophize
Most of life's problems, we can solve 'em
In the Pen

We don't do it for the money, Hell, we're broke
Just ask my ol' buddy Nathan what pay to rope
He lost a of wives, half the fingers on his hands
To the Pen

An' it takes a little skill an' a little
An' you can talk if you can back it up
Ah, but all friends, no matter who wins
Here at the Pen

Well, I no Clayo Speed
But I her Hell
Hell, you can tell
day I just might be

We'll turn another pit of an' tell a few more lies
another beer and hypothesize
Most of life's problems, Hell, we're solve 'em
In the Pen

See y'all again, next
at the Ropin' Pen
At the Pen
at the Ropin' Pen
In the Pen