Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

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

While they're puttin' the bull in the
I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my
I looks bull over and to my suprise
Well he's a and a half in between 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 to the left and jumps towards the right
But I ain't no green horn I'm still sittin'
The dust starts to right out of his skin
He's a wavin' them horns under my chin
At sunnin' his belly he couldn't be
He's showin' the the soles of his feet
He's a dippin' so low that my boots with dirt
He's a makin' a of the tail of my shirt

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

Up high I turns over and I can see
He's a up dirt just a waitin' for me
I can picture a grave and a big slab of
Sayin' here a twister who thought he was good
I notices somethin' don't 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 old bull 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 them brahmas you can bet I'm all through
So I'm footin' it back to the old Flyin' U