Luyện nghe bài hát Bull Rider

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

Live fast, die young, bull

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

No fools, no fun, rider

You gotta 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 dancing with a kite

Well the rodeo is more rough
Its a fact of and its tough to cut and its beaver hats
Its drinking and pulling trailers
Tight lemae on barrel racers and a bucking

No rides, no pay, bull

Live fast, die young, bull