Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

I was snappin out broncs at the Old U
At fourty a a plum good buckaroo
Well the boss around and he says
Hey my lad well you look good ridin' horses that's bad
You see, I in't got no more 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 good at the big rodeo

While puttin' the bull in the chute
I'm strappin' my to the heels of my boots
I looks that bull over and to my
Well he's a foot and a half in his two eyes
On top of his he's got a big hump
I lands in his middle and I out a scream
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 still sittin'
The dust starts to foggin' out of his skin
He's a wavin' them horns right under my
At sunnin' his belly he be beat
showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet
He's a so low that my boots filled with dirt
a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt

He's the buttons right off of my clothes
He's a buckin' and a and a blowin' his nose
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 behind
My head went I sorta went blind
He starts in high divin' I out a groan
We went up but he came back alone

Up high I 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' here lies a twister who thought he was
I notices somethin' don't seem can be
But the on his hip was a big Flyin' U
When I landed he but I got enough sense
So I ran that old 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' brahmas you can bet I'm all through
So I'm sore it back to the old Flyin' U