Luyện nghe bài hát Sons Of The Pioneers

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

Like that young cowboy from old
Got boots and spurs and a black
And he rides the wild prairie up the steers
Just like his daddy he's a son of the

Well, from Texas clear up the
From the to the plains
They got the of Crockett and Geronimo
Flowing their veins

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

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

got braids and hat with an eagle feather
He rides with broncs ain't none better
And his great was a chief on the wild frontier
And a proud son of the original Pioneers

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

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

They're kept alive
By the of the Pioneers