Luyện nghe bài hát Roy Rodgers

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

You draw to the and one thing's for certain
You're cozy in your little
The all paid for, God bless the TV
Let's go shoot a in the moon

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

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

Lay back in my armchair, close eyes and clear
I can hear hoofbeats
Roy and Trigger just hit the hilltop
While the wife and the are in bed