Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboy's Christmas Ball

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

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

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

Don't 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,
Just me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

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

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