Luyện nghe bài hát Bull Rider

Well first you gotta to get off,
Bad enough to want to get on in the first
And you trust in your lady luck
Pray to God that she dont up on you right now

fast, die young, bull rider

One hand is all you got
To pit you and the bull against the clock and a course
And once a spinning ton
Nothing else youve ever can pull this way
Youre just the bucking chute
You lose a and you lose your seat and you lose yourself
By now hes bucking and dirty
Slinging mud and cowboy boots and clowns

No fools, no fun, bull

You gotta feel the way hes moving, you watch his head
And brace for anything that render you might dead
You the art of hanging loose is hanging just as tight
Well its something a hurricane thats dancing with a kite

the rodeo is more than rough
Its a fact of and its tough to cut and its beaver hats
Its drinking beer and trailers
Tight lemae on barrel and a horse bucking

No rides, no pay, bull

fast, die young, bull rider