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 give up on you now

fast, die young, bull rider

One hand is all you got
To pit you and the bull against the clock and a crowd
And once a spinning ton
else youve ever done can pull this way
Youre just the bucking chute
You lose a and you lose your seat and you lose yourself
By now hes mean and dirty
mud and cowboy boots and kicking clowns

No fools, no fun, rider

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

Well the rodeo is more rough
Its a of life and its tough to cut and its beaver hats
Its drinking beer and pulling
Tight lemae on barrel racers and a horse

No rides, no pay, bull

Live fast, die young, rider