Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboy's Christmas Ball

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

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

Their leader was a that came from Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and boots;
He had the reputation that when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle a mountainous height;
His feet animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!"
"Lock horns with all 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 just takes the cake with me.
I'm sick of shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

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

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