Luyện nghe bài hát Ropin' Pen

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

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

Well, I ain't no Clayo
But I her Hell
Hell, you can tell
day I just might be

We'll turn a few steers an' tell a few
back 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, always broke
ask my ol' buddy Nathan what he'd pay to rope
He a couple of wives, half the fingers on his hands
To the Pen

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

Well, I ain't no Clayo
But I her Hell
Hell, you can tell
Some day I just be

We'll turn another pit of steers an' tell a few more
Drink another beer and
Most of problems, Hell, we're gonna solve 'em
In the Pen

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