Luyện nghe bài hát Tie A Knot In The Devil's Tail

Way up in the Sierra peaks
Where the yellow jack pines tall
Old Sandy Bob and Buster
Had a roundup last fall

Oh, they'd taken the horses and the runnin'
And may be a dog or two
And they swore they'd brand all long ear
That came within their

And any old doggie that flapped long
And brush up by day
Got his long whittled, and his old hat scorched
In a most way

Now one fine day old Bob
He throwed his easy go
Well, I'm of the smell of this here burnin' hair
And allows I'm a goin' to

So they saddles up and they hits 'em a
For it no sign of a ride
And then was the days a buckaroo
oil up his insides

Oh, starts her off at Kentucky bar
At the of a whiskey row
And winds up down by the depot house
Some forty drinks

And then sets up and around
And goes her the way
And to you the God forsaken truth
Them boys got that day

As they was a ridin' to camp
A packin' a pretty good
Well, who should they meet but the Devil
A prancin' the road

Says he, "You cowboy skunks
You better your holes
For I've come up from Hell's Rim
To in your souls"

Says Bob, "Old devil be damned
We boys is tight
And ya ain't get no cowboy souls
Without one of a fight"

So Snady Bob punched a in his rope
And he her straight and true
And he lapped it the Devils' horns
And he his dallies too

Now Buster was a Reata man
With his gut line up neat
So he shakes her out and he built him a
And he lassoed up the Devil's hind

Well, they him out and they tailed him down
While the iron was hot
And they cropped and swallow forked his ears
And branded him up a lot

They pruned him up with a saw
And they knotted his for a joke
They then off and left him there
to a blackjack oak

So if your ever up high in the Sierra
And you hear one hell of a
You'll know it's that Devil a about them
Knots tied in his