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

Way up high in the Sierra
Where the yellow pines grow tall
Old Sandy Bob and Buster
Had a roundup camp last

Oh, they'd the horses and the runnin' irons
And may be a dog or two
And they swore they'd all long ear calves
came within their view

And any old that flapped long ears
And didn't up by day
Got his long whittled, and his old hat scorched
In a artistic way

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

So they saddles up and they 'em a lope
For it weren't no of a ride
And then was the days a buckaroo
oil up his insides

Oh, starts her off at Kentucky bar
At the head of a row
And they winds up down by the depot
Some forty below

And then sets up and around
And her the other way
And to tell you the God truth
Them boys got stewed day

As they was a ridin' back to
A packin' a pretty good
Well, who should they meet but the himself
A down the road

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

Sandy Bob, "Old devil be damned
We boys is kinda
And ya ain't gonna get no souls
Without one of a fight"

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

Now Buster was a Reata man
With his gut line coiled up
So he her out and he built him a loop
And he lassoed up the hind feet

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

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

So if your ever up in the Sierra peaks
And you hear one of a wail
You'll it's that Devil a bellerin' about them
tied in his tail