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'" from beyond the Neutral
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 that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The had left the ranches and come to town in piles;
The ladies "kinda scatterin'" had in for miles..
The room was togged out - with mistletoe and shawls,
And flickered frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk lovely - the boys looked kinda treed,
Till the leader got to "Hey, fellers, let's stampede!"
And the music started sighin', an' through the hall
As a kind of 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 boots;
He had the reputation come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle a mountainous height;
His feet animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!"
"Lock horns with all them heifers, an' 'em like men.
"Salute yer critters; 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 happy, The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

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

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

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