Luyện nghe bài hát Ropin' Pen

Every Friday afternoon, I up the trailer
Saddle up ol' an' ice down the cooler
Drive that back road until it
At the Pen

rusted out pick-ups an' fancy rigs
Twenty-thousand dollar 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 give her
Hell, you never can
Some day I just be

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

We do it for the money, Hell, we're always broke
Just ask my ol' buddy Nathan what pay to rope
He lost a couple of wives, half the 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 we're all friends, no matter who
Here at the Pen

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

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

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