Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Brahma Bull

I was out broncs at the Old Flyin' U
At a month a plum good buckaroo
Well, the boss around and he says, hey my lad
Well, you look pretty good ridin' horses bad

You see, I ain't got no more to break
But I'll buy you a ticket and I'll give you a
At ridin' them bad ones, well, you slow
And you might do some good at the big

they're puttin' the bull in the chute
I'm strappin' my to the heels of my boots
I looks that bull over and to my
Well, a foot and a half in between his two eyes

On top of his shoulders, 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 he lands towards the right
But I ain't no green horn, I'm still sittin'
The dust to foggin' right out of his skin
He's a them horns right under my chin

At sunnin' his belly, he couldn't be
a showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet
He's a so low that my boots filled with dirt
a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt

He's a snappin' the right off of my clothes
He's a buckin' and a bawlin' and a his nose
The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and bull
Well, he needed no help but I had my hands

Then he goes to fence rowin' and weavin'
My head went poppin', I went blind
He in high divin', I lets out a groan
We went up together but he come back

Up high I turns and below I can see
He's a pawin' up just a waitin' for me
I can picture a grave and a big slab of
Sayin' here lies a twister who he was good

I notices don't seem 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 that old to the hole in the fence

I dives through hole and I want you to know
I ain't goin' to no big rodeo
At a straddlin' them Brahmas, you can bet I'm all
I'm sore it back to the Old Flyin' U