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 Spanish ponies
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
the coyotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely call
It was there that I attended "The Cowboys' Ball."
(whoo!)

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

Their was a feller that came from Swenson's ranch,
called him "Windy Billy," from "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and boots;
He had the that come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle upon a height;
His feet animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake pen!"
"Lock horns with all them heifers, an' 'em like men.
"Salute yer critters; now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape vine 'round 'em all do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up - skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Christmas 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 shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier break-down, up by Wild Ol' Bill.

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

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