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

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

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

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

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

So they saddles up and they 'em a lope
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 they winds up by the depot house
Some forty below

And then up and turns around
And goes her the way
And to tell you the God forsaken
Them got stewed that day

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

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

Says Sandy Bob, "Old devil be
We is kinda tight
And ya gonna get no cowboy 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 his dallies too

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

Well, stretched him out and they tailed him down
the iron was gettin' hot
And they cropped and swallow both his ears
And branded him up a lot

pruned him up with a dehorning saw
And they his tail for a joke
then rode off and left him there
Neck to a oak

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