Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboy's Christmas Ball

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

The boys had left the and come to town in piles;
The "kinda scatterin'" had gathered in for miles..
The was togged out gorgeous - with mistletoe and shawls,
And candles frescoes, around 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 that 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 that come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was a bugle upon a mountainous height;
His feet were animated an' a mighty, 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 grape 'round 'em all hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up - skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Ball

Don't me 'bout cotillions, or Germans, no sir'ee!
That at Carson City just takes the cake with me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier break-down, 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 ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited soiree "The Christmas Ball."

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