Luyện nghe bài hát Seventeen

When he was years old his mom
Took him down to the round
To his dad work the young horse
called Smokey

Man, did that horse buck but his old dad, he sat up there
And rode him like was nothin' to it
And right the boy gained a whole new respect for the man
And from day on he knew that
he grew up he wanted to be a cowboy

At seventeen a cowboys' dreams ain't all fences
Once seen 'em ride in old Cheyenne
Ranch routine and his old schemes
This ain't where his is
But you know his daddy

When noonday father and son
Sit down and eat their dinner beneath that big sky
His knows he's gotta let him go
The boy be a winner if he don't spread his wings and fly

And in his mind riding bulls down in Las Vegas
Soon he'll be on a that leads to Santa Fe
Sweet voice of freedom down the ages
And another cowboy on his way

Well, the fencings done and the morning sun finds him packed and
Momma kissed his cheek and then she went
His old man, well, he his hand said, "Son you ride 'em pretty"
Didn't see the tears that his momma

And in his mind he's riding down in Las Vegas
Today on a train that leads to Santa Fe
Sweet voice of freedom down the ages
And calls another on his way