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!

the hoot owl toots his tooloo
to the of the nip wick hen,
and the chink chirps in the chilly night,
it's lonesome then . . .

And it's mighty when the wind,
thru the jack-pine boughs
but you kno' 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 night
an' he a chance to see his pals
with change no more right
but the saddle is your life
no time to carouse
and you don't what lonesome is,
you get to herdin' cows . . .

Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
By . . . by myself!
Now, the of the lighthouse
an' the man at sea
an' the on the mountain top
got a thing on me
'cause I got all the
the common law allows
Man, you don't kno' what is,
'till you get to cows . . .

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

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

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

Words and by Foster Carling and Country Washburne