Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboy's Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the Truckee's flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'" an' the ponies grow;
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral
And the dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
Where the coyotes come a-howlin' 'round the after dark,
And the bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers
It was that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The had left the ranches and come to town in piles;
The ladies "kinda scatterin'" had in for miles..
The room was togged out - with mistletoe and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes, the airy walls.
The women folk looked - the boys looked kinda treed,
Till the leader got to "Hey, fellers, let's stampede!"
And the music started sighin', an' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to "The Christmas Ball."

Their leader was a feller that came from ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and boots;
He had the reputation come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle a mountainous height;
His were animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!"
"Lock horns all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Salute yer lovely critters; now an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape vine 'em all hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the - Just skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Christmas Ball

tell me 'bout cotillions, or Germans, no sir'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just the cake with me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them had my fill,
Just Give me a break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister ain't nowhere, when Windy the show,
seen 'em both in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and oftentimes recall,
lively gaited soiree "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball.