Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboy's Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, the Truckee's waters flow,
the cattle are "a-browzin'" an' the Spanish ponies grow;
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" beyond the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if had "The Grip";
Where the 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 lonely 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 was togged out gorgeous - with mistletoe and shawls,
And candles frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked - the boys looked kinda treed,
Till the got to yellin': "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 him "Windy Billy," from "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and high-heeled
He had the reputation come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle a mountainous height;
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 lovely now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the vine 'round '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 tell me 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 frontier break-down, backed up by Ol' Bill.

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

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