Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Kno' What Lonesome Is ( 'Till You Get to Herdin' Cows )

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
All . . . all alone!

When the hoot owl toots his
to the whale of the nip hen,
and the chink funk chirps in the night,
it's lonesome then . . .

And it's mighty when the wind,
howls thru the boughs
but you don't what lonesome is,
'till you get to herdin' . . .

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
All . . . all alone!

Oh, the fella,
gets off on a Saturday
an' he a chance to see his pals
with change no than right
but when the saddle is your
there's no time to
and you don't kno' lonesome is,
'till you get to herdin' . . .

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
By . . . by myself!
Now, the keeper of the
an' the man at sea
an' the on the mountain top
ain't got a on me
I got all the lonesomeness
that the law allows
Man, you kno' what lonesome is,
you get to herdin' cows . . .

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
Cowboy blues . . . blues!

Now, you may often
why a sings so sad
he's a thinkin' of the many
in life never had
no pal, no gal for
jus' the as they prowl
man, you don't kno' what is,
'till you get to cows . . .

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
All . . . by myself!
Cowboy blues . . . cow!
COW!
Doggone you, you me again!

Words and Music by Foster Carling and Country