Luyện nghe bài hát Sons Of The Pioneers

Well, way out west where the wind blows
The eagle flies and the brush grows
Traditions are holding on be glad to hear
They're kept alive by the sons of the Pioneers

that young cowboy from old Montana
Got boots and spurs and a black
And he rides the wild rounding up the steers
Just like his daddy a son of the Pioneers

Well, from clear up the Idaho
the mountains to the plains
They got the blood of Crockett and
through their veins

Now the wild old west is changing
But persevere
They're being alive by the sons of the Pioneers

There's a gal down in Texas with a big hat
She likes roping and and things like that
And if you need a at your branding she'll volunteer
'Cause she's a wild prairie flower and a daughter of the

He's got braids and hat with an feather
He rides with broncs ain't none better
And his grand-daddy was a chief on the wild frontier
And he's a proud son of the Pioneers

Well, from clear up the Idaho
From the to the plains
They got the blood of Crockett and
through their veins

Now the wild old is changing some
But persevere
They're being kept by the sons of the Pioneers

being kept alive
By the of the Pioneers