Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

I was out broncs at the Old Flyin' U
At fourty a a plum good buckaroo
Well the boss around and he says
Hey my lad well you pretty good ridin' horses that's bad
You see, I in't got no more to break
But I'll buy you a ticket and you a stake
At them bad ones well you ain't slow
And you do some good at the big rodeo

While puttin' the bull in the chute
I'm my spurs to the heels of my boots
I looks that bull and to my suprise
Well he's a foot and a in between his two eyes
On top of his he's got a big hump
I lands in his and I lets out a scream
He out with a beller and the rest is a dream

Well he jumps to the and jumps towards the right
But I ain't no green horn I'm still tight
The starts to foggin' right out of his skin
He's a wavin' them horns right under my
At sunnin' his he couldn't be beat
He's showin' the buzzards the soles of his
He's a so low that my boots filled with dirt
He's a a whip of the tail of my shirt

He's the buttons right off of my clothes
a buckin' and a bawlin' and a blowin' his nose
The crowd starts to cheerin' me and that bull
Well he needed no but I had my hands full
he went to fence rowin' and a weavin behind
My went poppin' I sorta went blind
He in high divin' I lets out a groan
We went up together but he came back

Up high I turns over and I can see
a pawin' up dirt just a waitin' for me
I can picture a grave and a big slab of
Sayin' here lies a who thought he was good
I somethin' don't seem can be true
But the brand on his hip was a big U
When I he charged but I got enough sense
So I ran that old bull to the hole in the

I dives through that hole and I you to know
I goin' back to no big rodeo
At a straddlin' brahmas you can bet I'm all through
So I'm footin' it back to the old Flyin' U