Luyện nghe bài hát Bull Rider

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

Live fast, die young, bull

One hold is all you got
To pit you and the against the clock and a course crowd
And apon a spinning ton
Nothing else youve ever done can pull way
Youre just the bucking chute
You lose a spur and you lose seat and you lose yourself
By now hes bucking mean and
Slinging mud and cowboy and kicking clowns

No fools, no fun, bull

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

Well the rodeo is more than
Its a of life and its tough to cut and its beaver hats
Its drinking beer and trailers
lemae on barrel racers and a horse bucking

No rides, no pay, rider

Live fast, die young, rider