Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

I was snappin out at the Old Flyin' U
At fourty a month a good buckaroo
Well the came around and he says
Hey my lad well you look pretty good ridin' horses bad
You see, I in't got no more to break
But I'll buy you a and give you a stake
At ridin' them bad ones well you ain't
And you do some good at the big rodeo

While puttin' the bull in the chute
I'm strappin' my spurs to the of my boots
I looks that over and to my suprise
Well he's a foot and a half in between his two
On top of his shoulders he's got a big
I lands in his middle and I lets out a
He comes out with a beller and the rest is a

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

He's snappin' the buttons right off of my
He's a buckin' and a and a blowin' his nose
The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and bull
he needed no help but I had my hands full
Then he went to fence rowin' and a behind
My head went poppin' I sorta went
He starts in high divin' I out a groan
We went up but he came back alone

Up high I turns over and I can see
He's a pawin' up just a waitin' for me
I can a grave and a big slab of wood
Sayin' lies a twister who thought he was good
I notices somethin' 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 that old to the hole in the fence

I dives through 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 to the old Flyin' U