Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

I was snappin out broncs at the Old U
At fourty a month a plum buckaroo
the boss came around and he says
Hey my lad well you look pretty good horses that's bad
You see, I got no more outlaws to break
But buy you a ticket and give you a stake
At ridin' them bad well you ain't slow
And you might do good at the big rodeo

While they're puttin' the in the chute
I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my
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 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 jumps towards the
But I ain't no green horn I'm still tight
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 with 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' me and that bull
Well he needed no help but I had my hands
Then he to fence rowin' and a weavin behind
My head went poppin' I sorta went
He starts in high I lets out a groan
We went up together but he came back

Up high I turns and below I can see
a pawin' up dirt 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 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 that old bull to the in the fence

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