Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe The Wrangler

Little Joe the Wrangler, wrangle never more
His days with the remuda, all done
It was long about April, he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas and all alone

It was long late in the evening when he rode into our
On a little old brown pony he Shaw
In his shoes and coveralls a harder lookin' kid
You never in life have seen before

His saddle was a southern kack built years ago
An OK spur on one foot hung
With his bed roll in a cotton sack, was loosely tied
And a canteen from the saddle horn slung

Said he had to leave his home because his pa had married
His new ma beat him day or two
So he saddled up old Shaw one night and lit a shuck way
he'd try and paddle now his own canoe

Said he'd try to do the best he could if we'd only give him
Though he didn't know up about a cow
So the boss he cut him out a mount and put him on
And we knew he liked our stray somehow

Well, he taught him how to herd the horses, to know 'em all
And to get 'em in by if he could
And to follow the chuck wagon and to always hitch the
And to help the carsonaro wood

We had driven to red river and the it was fine
We were camped down on the south side in a
When a norther started blowin', we the extra guard
'Cause it took all to hold the cattle in

Now Little Joe the Wrangler was out with all the rest
And barely had the kid got to the
the cattle they stampeded like a hailstorm, on they flew
With all of us a ridin' for the

the streaks of lightnin' we could see a horse ahead
It was Little Joe the in the lead
He was riding old Blue Rocket with a slicker o'er his
He was trying to the leaders in their speed

We finally got 'em and they sort of quieted down
The extra guard to the camp did go
All but one of was missing and we all knew at a glance
T'was our little Texas stray boy Joe

We found him there at sun up where old Blue Rocket
In a washout twenty feet below
Beneath his horse smashed to a pulp, his had rung the knell
For our Texas stray boy Wrangler Joe

Now Little Joe the Wrangler, he'll wrangle more
His days the remuda, they're all done
It was long about April he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas stray and all