Luyện nghe bài hát Ropin' Pen

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

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

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

We'll a few steers an' tell a few lies
Kick back in the an' philosophize
Most of life's problems, we can prob'ly 'em
In the Pen

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

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

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

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

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