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;
the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
the coyotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are a-singin' to the "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the plovers call
It was there that I "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

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

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

Don't me 'bout cotillions, or Germans, no sir'ee!
That at Carson City just takes the cake with me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them had my fill,
Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

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

Oh, Bill, I forget ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited soiree "The Cowboys' Ball.