Luyện nghe bài hát The Ropin' Pen

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

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

Well, I no Clayo Speed
But I her Hell
Hell, you can tell
Some day I just be

We'll turn a few an' tell a few lies
back in the saddle an' philosophize
Most of life's problems, we can prob'ly 'em
In the Pen

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

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

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

turn another pit of steers an' tell a few more lies
Drink beer and hypothesize
Most of life's problems, Hell, we're gonna 'em
In the Pen

See y'all again, next
Here at the Pen
At the Pen
at the Ropin' Pen
In the Pen