Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

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

they're puttin' the bull in the chute
I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my
I that bull over and to my suprise
Well he's a foot and a 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 out with a beller and the rest is a dream

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

snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes
He's a buckin' and a and a blowin' his nose
The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that
he needed no help but I had my hands full
Then he went to fence rowin' and a weavin
My head went I sorta went blind
He starts in high I lets 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 dirt a waitin' for me
I can picture a grave and a big slab of
Sayin' lies a twister who thought he was good
I notices somethin' don't seem can be
But the brand on his hip was a big U
When I landed he charged but I got sense
So I ran that old bull to the in the fence

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