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;
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral
And the dogs 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 lonely plovers
It was there that I "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

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

Their leader was a feller came from Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and high-heeled
He had the reputation come when "a fellers shoots."
His was like a bugle upon a mountainous height;
His feet were animated an' a mighty, sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, 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 'round 'em all hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up - Just her waterfall,"
Huh! It was happy, The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

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

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

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