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 Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral
And the dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
Where the coyotes come 'round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are a-singin' to the "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the plovers call
It was that 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 room was togged out gorgeous - with and shawls,
And flickered frescoes, around the airy walls.
The folk looked lovely - the boys looked kinda treed,
Till the got to yellin': "Hey, fellers, let's stampede!"
And the music started sighin', an' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to "The Christmas 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 boots;
He had the reputation that come when "a shoots."
His voice was like a upon a mountainous height;
His feet were an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, stake your pen!"
"Lock horns all them heifers, an' russle '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 - Just her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Christmas

Don't tell me cotillions, or Germans, no sir'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just the cake with me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them had my fill,
Just me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister nowhere, when Windy leads 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 soiree "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

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