Luyện nghe bài hát The Ropin' Pen

Every Friday afternoon, I hitch up the
up ol' rock an' ice down the cooler
Drive that back road it ends
At the Pen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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