Luyện nghe bài hát Bull Rider

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

Live fast, die young, rider

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

No fools, no fun, bull

You feel the way hes moving, you gotta 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 like a hurricane thats dancing with a

Well the rodeo is more rough
Its a fact of life and its tough to cut and its beaver
Its beer and pulling trailers
Tight lemae on racers and a horse bucking

No rides, no pay, bull

Live fast, die young, bull