Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

I was out broncs at the Old Flyin' U
At a month a plum good buckaroo
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 to break
But I'll buy you a ticket and you a stake
At ridin' them bad ones well you ain't
And you might do some good at the big

they're puttin' the bull in the chute
I'm my spurs to the heels 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 is a dream

Well he jumps to the left and towards the right
But I ain't no green horn I'm still sittin'
The dust starts to foggin' right out of his
He's a wavin' horns right under my chin
At sunnin' his belly he be beat
He's showin' the buzzards the of his feet
He's a dippin' so low that my boots filled with
He's a makin' a whip of the of my shirt

He's snappin' the buttons off of my clothes
He's a buckin' and a and a blowin' his nose
The crowd starts to cheerin' me and that bull
he needed no help but I had my hands full
Then he went to fence rowin' and a behind
My head went I sorta went blind
He starts in high divin' I lets out a
We went up together but he back alone

Up high I turns and below I can see
He's a pawin' up 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 to the hole in the fence

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