Luyện nghe bài hát Roy Rogers

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

You to the curtain 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 riding
Returning to our silver
Comic characters never grow old
Evergreen heroes stories were told
Oh the great cowboy who sings of the plains
Of roundups and rustlers and home on the
Turn on the TV, shut 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 wouldn't do any good

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

And Roy Rogers is tonight
Returning to our screens
Comic book characters grow old
heroes whose stories were told
Oh the sequin cowboy who sings of the plains
Of roundups and rustlers and on the range
Turn on the TV, out the lights Roy Rogers is riding tonight