Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboy's Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the waters flow,
Where the are "a-browzin'" an' the Spanish ponies grow;
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from the Neutral Strip;
And the dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
Where the come a-howlin' 'round the ranches after 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 Cowboys' Ball."
(whoo!)

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

Their leader was a feller that came from ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big and high-heeled boots;
He had the reputation that come when "a shoots."
His voice was a bugle upon a mountainous height;
His feet animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, stake your pen!"
"Lock with all them heifers, an' russle 'em like 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 gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Christmas

Don't me 'bout cotillions, or Germans, no sir'ee!
That whirl at City just takes the cake with me.
I'm of lazy 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 leads the show,
I've 'em both in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited soiree "The Cowboys' Ball."

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