Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

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

While puttin' the bull in the chute
I'm strappin' my to the heels of my boots
I looks that bull and to my suprise
Well he's a and a half in between his two eyes
On top of his shoulders he's got a big
I in his middle and I lets out a scream
He comes out with a beller and the rest is a

he jumps to the left and jumps towards the right
But I ain't no green horn I'm still tight
The dust starts to foggin' right out of his
He's a wavin' them right under my chin
At sunnin' his belly he couldn't be
showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet
He's a dippin' so low that my boots filled dirt
He's a makin' a whip of the tail of my

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

Up high I turns and below I can see
He's a pawin' up dirt a waitin' for me
I can picture a grave and a big slab of
Sayin' lies a twister who thought he was good
I notices somethin' don't can be true
But the on his hip was a big Flyin' U
When I landed he charged but I got enough
So I ran that old bull to the hole in the

I dives through that hole and I want you to
I ain't goin' back to no big
At a straddlin' them you can bet I'm all through
So I'm sore it back to the old Flyin' U