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

Well he jumps to the and jumps towards the right
But I no green horn I'm still sittin' tight
The dust starts to right out of his skin
He's a wavin' them horns right my chin
At sunnin' his belly he couldn't be
He's showin' the buzzards the 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 right off of my clothes
He's a buckin' and a and a blowin' his nose
The starts to cheerin' both me and that bull
Well he needed no help but I had my full
he went to fence rowin' and a weavin behind
My head went poppin' I sorta went
He starts in high divin' I lets out a
We up together but he came back alone

Up I turns 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 charged but I got enough
So I ran old bull to the hole in the fence

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