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 prairie dogs are sneezin', as if had "The Grip";
Where the coyotes a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers call
It was there that I attended "The Cowboys' 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 - with mistletoe and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes, the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely - the boys kinda treed,
Till the leader got to "Hey, fellers, let's stampede!"
And the music started sighin', an' awailin' through the
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 come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle upon a height;
His were animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers your pen!"
"Lock horns with all heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Salute yer lovely critters; now an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape vine 'em all hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the - Just skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Christmas

Don't tell me cotillions, or Germans, no sir'ee!
That whirl at Carson just takes the cake with me.
I'm sick of 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,
I've seen 'em both in harness, and so I sorta
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and oftentimes recall,
lively gaited soiree "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

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