Luyện nghe bài hát The Ropin' Pen

Every Friday afternoon, I 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' fancy
Twenty-thousand dollar then there's my ol' stag
But we're all the the minute we ride in
To the Pen

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

We'll a few steers an' tell a few lies
back in the saddle an' philosophize
Most of life's problems, we can solve '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 a couple of wives, half the fingers on his hands
To the Pen

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

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

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

See y'all again, weekend
Here at the Pen
At the Pen
Down at the Pen
In the Pen