Luyện nghe bài hát Roy Rodgers

Sometimes you dream, sometimes it
There's nothing at all
You just seem than yesterday
And you're waiting for tomorrow to

You draw to the curtain and one for certain
You're cozy in your little
The all paid for, God bless the TV
Let's go shoot a in the moon

And Roy Rogers is riding
Returning to our screens
Comic book never grow old
Evergreen whose stories were told
Oh the sequin cowboy who sings of the plains
Of roundups and rustlers and on the range
Turn on the T.V., out the lights
Roy is riding tonight

Nine mornings, five o'clock evenings
I'd liven the pace if I
Oh I'd rather a ham in my sandwich than cheese
But wouldn't do any good

Lay back in my armchair, eyes and think clear
I can hear ahead
Roy and have just hit the hilltop
While the wife and the are in bed