Luyện nghe bài hát The Ropin' Pen

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

rusted out pick-ups an' fancy rigs
Twenty-thousand horses then there's 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 never can
day I just might 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 do it for the money, Hell, we're always broke
Just ask my ol' buddy what he'd pay to rope
He lost a couple of wives, half the fingers on his
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
Here at the Pen

Well, I no Clayo Speed
But I give her
Hell, you never can
Some day I might be

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

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