Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

I was snappin out at the Old Flyin' U
At fourty a month a plum 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 more to break
But I'll buy you a ticket and give you a
At ridin' them bad well you ain't slow
And you might do good at the big rodeo

While 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 he's a foot and a in between his two eyes
On top of his shoulders he's got a big
I lands in his and I lets out a scream
He comes out with a beller and the is a dream

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

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

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

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