Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the waters flow,
Where the are "a-browzin'," an' the Spanish 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 cayotes a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are and the lonely plovers call
It was there that I attended "The Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the ranches and come to town in
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was togged out gorgeous-with and shawls,
And candles frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely-the boys looked 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 feller came from Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and high-heeled
He had the that come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a upon a mountainous height;
His feet were an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!
"Lock horns with all them heifers, an' russle 'em men.
"Saloot yer lovely now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape 'round 'emall hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up- Just her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Christmas Ball

Don't tell me cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
whirl at Carson City just takes the cake with me.
I'm of lazy 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, Windy leads the show,
I've 'em both in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh, Bill, I forget ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
lively gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

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