Luyện nghe bài hát Sons Of The Pioneers

Well, way out west the wild wind blows
The eagle flies and the sage grows
are holding on you'll be glad to hear
They're being kept by the sons of the Pioneers

Like that young from old Montana
Got boots and spurs and a bandanna
And he rides the prairie rounding up the steers
Just like his he's a son of the Pioneers

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

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

a gal down in Texas with a great big hat
She likes roping and dancing and things that
And if you need a hand at branding she'll volunteer
'Cause she's a wild flower and a daughter of the Pioneers

got braids and hat with an eagle feather
He rides with broncs there none better
And his great was a chief on the wild frontier
And he's a proud son of the original

Well, from Texas up the Idaho
From the mountains to the
got the blood of Crockett and Geronimo
Flowing their veins

Now the old west is changing some
But traditions
being kept alive by the sons of the Pioneers

They're being alive
By the sons of the