Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

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

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 he's a foot and a half in his two eyes
On top of his shoulders he's got a big
I in his middle and I lets out a scream
He comes out a beller and the rest is a dream

Well he jumps to the left and jumps the right
But I ain't no green horn I'm sittin' tight
The dust to foggin' right out of his skin
He's a wavin' them horns right my chin
At his belly he couldn't be beat
He's showin' the buzzards the soles of his
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 off of my clothes
He's a and a bawlin' and a blowin' his nose
The crowd starts to cheerin' me and that bull
Well he needed no but I had my hands full
Then he went to rowin' and a weavin behind
My head went poppin' I went blind
He starts in high I lets out a groan
We went up together but he came alone

Up high I over and below I can see
He's a pawin' up dirt just a for me
I can picture a grave and a big of wood
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
I landed he charged but I got enough sense
So I ran old bull to the hole in the fence

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