Luyện nghe bài hát The Ropin' Pen

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

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

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

turn a few steers an' tell a few lies
Kick back in the saddle an'
Most of problems, we can prob'ly solve 'em
In the Pen

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

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

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

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

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