Luyện nghe bài hát The Ropin' Pen

Every afternoon, I hitch up the trailer
Saddle up ol' an' ice down the cooler
Drive that back road until it
At the Pen

There's rusted out pick-ups an' rigs
dollar horses then there's my ol' stag
But all the same the minute we ride in
To the Pen

Well, I ain't no Speed
But I give her
Hell, you can tell
day I just might be

We'll a few steers an' tell a few lies
Kick back in the an' philosophize
Most of problems, we can prob'ly solve 'em
In the Pen

We don't do it for the money, Hell, we're always
Just ask my ol' buddy what he'd pay to rope
He lost a couple of wives, half the on his hands
To the Pen

An' it takes a skill an' a little luck
An' you can talk if you can back it up
Ah, but we're all friends, no who wins
Here at the Pen

Well, I ain't no Speed
But I her Hell
Hell, you never can
Some day I just be

We'll another pit of steers an' tell a few more lies
another beer and hypothesize
Most of problems, Hell, we're gonna solve 'em
In the Pen

See again, next weekend
at the Ropin' Pen
At the Pen
Down at the Pen
In the Pen