Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the waters flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the Spanish ponies
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from 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 a-singin' to the "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely 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 frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked boys looked kinda treed,
Till the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, stampede,"
And the music started sighin', an' awailin' the hall
As a kind of introduction to "The Christmas Ball."

Their leader was a feller that came from 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 "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a upon a mountainous height;
His feet animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!
"Lock horns all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Saloot yer critters; now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape vine 'round 'emall do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the Just skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Ball

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

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

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