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 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' the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the plovers call
It was that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The had left the ranches and come to town in piles;
The "kinda scatterin'" had gathered in for miles..
The room was togged out - with mistletoe and shawls,
And candles frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely - the boys kinda treed,
Till the leader got to yellin': "Hey, fellers, stampede!"
And the music sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of to "The Cowboys' 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 and high-heeled boots;
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, stake your pen!"
"Lock horns with all them heifers, an' russle 'em men.
"Salute yer lovely now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the vine 'round 'em all hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up - Just 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 takes the with me.
I'm of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Ol' Bill.

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

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