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 outlaws to break
But I'll buy you a ticket and you a stake
At them bad ones well you ain't slow
And you might do some at the big rodeo

While they're puttin' the bull in the
I'm strappin' my spurs to the of my boots
I looks that bull and to my suprise
Well he's a foot and a half in his two eyes
On top of his shoulders he's got a big
I lands in his middle and I 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 green horn I'm still sittin'
The dust to foggin' right out of his skin
He's a wavin' them horns right under my
At his belly he couldn't be beat
showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet
He's a dippin' so low my boots filled 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 both 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 I sorta went blind
He starts in high divin' I out a groan
We went up together but he came back

Up high I turns over and I can see
He's a pawin' up just a waitin' for me
I can picture a and a big slab of wood
Sayin' here a twister who thought he was good
I somethin' don't seem can be true
But the brand on his hip was a big U
I landed he charged 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