Luyện nghe bài hát The Ropin' Pen

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

There's rusted out pick-ups an' rigs
dollar horses then there's my ol' stag
But we're all the the minute we ride 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 steers an' tell a few
Kick back in the saddle an'
of life's problems, we can prob'ly solve 'em
In the Pen

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

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

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

We'll another pit of steers an' tell a few more lies
Drink another beer and
Most of problems, Hell, we're 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