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 came around and he says
Hey my lad you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad
You see, I in't got no more outlaws to
But I'll buy you a ticket and give you a
At ridin' them bad well you ain't slow
And you do some 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 and to my suprise
Well a foot and a half in between his two eyes
On top of his he's got a big hump
I lands in his middle and I lets out a
He comes out with a beller and the is a dream

Well he jumps to the left and towards the right
But I ain't no green horn I'm still tight
The dust to foggin' right out of his skin
He's a wavin' them horns under my chin
At sunnin' his he couldn't be beat
He's showin' the buzzards the of his feet
He's a dippin' so low that my boots filled 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 that
Well he 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 over and below I can see
He's a up dirt just a waitin' for me
I can picture a and a big slab of wood
Sayin' here lies a twister who 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 to the hole in the fence

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