Luyện nghe bài hát Roy Rogers

Sometimes you dream, it seems
There's there at all
You seem older than yesterday
And you're waiting for to call

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

And Roy Rogers is tonight
to our silver screens
Comic book never grow old
Evergreen heroes stories were told
Oh the great sequin cowboy who of the plains
Of roundups and and home on the range
Turn on the TV, shut out the lights Roy Rogers is riding

Nine o'clock mornings, o'clock evenings
I'd liven the if I could
Oh I'd rather have a ham in my than cheese
But complaining wouldn't do any

Lay back in my armchair, close and think clear
I can hear hoof beats
Roy and Trigger have hit the hilltop
While the and the kids are in bed

And Roy Rogers is riding
Returning to our silver
book characters never grow old
Evergreen whose stories were told
Oh the great sequin who sings of the plains
Of roundups and and home on the range
Turn on the TV, shut out the Roy Rogers is riding tonight