Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

I was snappin out broncs at the Old U
At fourty a month a good buckaroo
Well the came around 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 buy you a ticket and give you a stake
At them bad ones well you ain't slow
And you might do some good at the big

While they're puttin' the in the chute
I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my
I looks that over and to my suprise
he's a foot and a half in between his two eyes
On top of his shoulders got a big hump
I lands in his middle and I lets out a
He comes out with a beller and the is a dream

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

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

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 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
I landed he charged but I got enough sense
So I ran that old bull to the in the fence

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