Luyện nghe bài hát Roy Rodgers

Sometimes you dream, sometimes it
There's nothing at all
You just seem older yesterday
And you're waiting for tomorrow to

You draw to the curtain and one thing's for
You're in your little room
The carpet's all for, God bless the TV
Let's go a hole in the moon

And Roy is riding tonight
to our silver screens
Comic book characters grow old
Evergreen heroes whose stories told
Oh the great cowboy who sings of the plains
Of roundups and rustlers and on the range
Turn on the T.V., out the lights
Roy is riding tonight

Nine o'clock mornings, o'clock evenings
I'd the pace if I could
Oh I'd rather have a ham in my sandwich than
But complaining do any good

Lay back in my armchair, eyes and think clear
I can hear ahead
Roy and Trigger have just hit the
the wife and the kids are in bed