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 dogs 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";
the bighorns are a-grazin' 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 "kinda scatterin'" had gathered in for miles..
The room was togged out gorgeous - with and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes, around the walls.
The folk looked lovely - the boys 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 to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

leader was a feller that came from Swenson's ranch,
They him "Windy Billy," from "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big and high-heeled boots;
He had the reputation that come "a fellers shoots."
His was like a bugle upon a mountainous height;
His feet were animated an' a mighty, 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 'round 'em all hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, the round-up - Just skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Christmas

tell me 'bout cotillions, or Germans, no sir'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just the cake with me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of I've had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier break-down, up by Wild Ol' Bill.

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

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