Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

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

While they're puttin' the bull in the
I'm strappin' my spurs to the of my boots
I looks that bull over and to my
Well a foot and a half in between his two eyes
On top of his he's got a big hump
I in his middle and I lets out a scream
He comes out with a beller and the rest is a

Well he jumps to the left and towards the right
But I no green horn I'm still sittin' tight
The dust starts to right out of his skin
He's a them horns right under my chin
At sunnin' his belly he be beat
He's showin' the the soles of his feet
He's a so low that my boots filled with dirt
He's a a whip of the tail of my shirt

He's snappin' the right off of my clothes
He's a and a bawlin' and a blowin' his nose
The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that
he needed no help but I had my hands full
Then he went to fence rowin' and a weavin
My head went poppin' I sorta blind
He starts in high I lets out a groan
We went up together but he came alone

Up high I over and below I can see
He's a pawin' up dirt just a for me
I can a grave and a big slab of wood
Sayin' here lies a who thought he was good
I notices somethin' don't seem can be
But the brand on his hip was a big U
When I landed he charged but I got enough
So I ran old bull to the hole in the fence

I dives through that hole and I you to know
I ain't back to no big rodeo
At a straddlin' brahmas you can bet I'm all through
So I'm sore footin' it back to the old U