Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboy's Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, the Truckee's waters flow,
Where the are "a-browzin'" an' the Spanish ponies grow;
Where the "come a-whistlin'" from 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 bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are and the lonely plovers call
It was there I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

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

Their leader was a feller that came 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 that 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, fellers your pen!"
"Lock with all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Salute yer critters; now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape vine 'em all hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, the round-up - Just skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Christmas Ball

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

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

Oh, Bill, I forget ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball.