Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

I was out broncs at the Old Flyin' U
At fourty a month a plum buckaroo
Well the came around and he says
Hey my lad well you look pretty ridin' horses that's bad
You see, I got no more outlaws to break
But I'll buy you a ticket and give you a
At ridin' them bad ones well you slow
And you might do some good at the big

While they're the bull in the chute
I'm my spurs to the heels of my boots
I looks that bull and to my suprise
Well a foot 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

Well he to the left and jumps towards the right
But I ain't no horn I'm still sittin' tight
The dust starts to right out of his skin
He's a wavin' them horns under my chin
At his belly he couldn't be beat
He's showin' the the soles of his feet
He's a dippin' so low that my 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 bull
Well he needed no but I had my hands full
Then he went to fence and a weavin behind
My went poppin' I sorta went blind
He starts in high divin' I out a groan
We went up together but he came alone

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

I dives through that hole and I 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 footin' it to the old Flyin' U