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

And it's lonesome when the wind,
thru the jack-pine boughs
but you don't kno' lonesome is,
'till you get to cows . . .

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

Oh, the fella,
gets off on a night
an' he gets a to see his pals
change no more than right
but the saddle is your life
no time to carouse
and you kno' what lonesome is,
'till you get to cows . . .

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 common law
Man, you don't kno' what is,
'till you get to herdin' . . .

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

Now, you may often
why a cowpoke so sad
he's a thinkin' of the things
in life never had
no pal, no gal for
jus' the as they prowl
man, you kno' what lonesome is,
you get to herdin' cows . . .

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

Words and Music by Foster and Country Washburne