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 good horses that's bad
You see, I in't got no outlaws to break
But I'll buy you a ticket and give you a
At ridin' them bad ones well you ain't
And you might do good at the big rodeo

While they're puttin' the in the chute
I'm strappin' my to the heels of my boots
I looks that bull and to my suprise
Well he's a foot and a 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 a beller and the rest is a dream

Well he jumps to the left and jumps towards the
But I ain't no green horn I'm sittin' tight
The dust starts to foggin' right out of his
He's a wavin' them horns right my chin
At sunnin' his he couldn't be beat
He's showin' the 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 the buttons right off of my clothes
a buckin' and a bawlin' and a blowin' his nose
The starts to cheerin' both me and that bull
Well he no help but I had my hands full
Then he to fence rowin' and a weavin behind
My head went I sorta went blind
He starts in high I lets out a groan
We went up together but he came alone

Up I turns over 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' lies a twister 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 charged but I got sense
So I ran that old bull to the in the fence

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