Luyện nghe bài hát The Ropin' Pen

Every Friday afternoon, I up the trailer
Saddle up ol' rock an' ice the cooler
Drive that back until it ends
At the Pen

There's rusted out an' fancy rigs
Twenty-thousand dollar horses then there's my ol'
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 might be

turn 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 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 matter who
Here at the Pen

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

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

See again, next weekend
Here at the Pen
At the Pen
Down at the Pen
In the Pen