Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboy's Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the waters flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'" an' the Spanish ponies
the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if had "The Grip";
Where the 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 plovers call
It was that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the and come to town in piles;
The ladies "kinda scatterin'" had in for miles..
The room was out gorgeous - with mistletoe and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes, the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely - the boys 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 to "The Cowboys' 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 and high-heeled boots;
He had the reputation that come "a fellers shoots."
His was like a bugle upon a mountainous height;
His feet animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake pen!"
"Lock horns all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Salute yer lovely now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape 'round 'em all hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the - Just skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Christmas

tell me 'bout cotillions, or Germans, no sir'ee!
That whirl at Carson just takes the cake with me.
I'm of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Give 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 forget ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively soiree "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

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