Luyện nghe bài hát Bull Rider

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

Live fast, die young, rider

One hand is all you got
To pit you and the against the clock and a course crowd
And once apon a ton
else youve ever done can pull this way
Youre just outside the bucking
You lose a spur and you lose your seat and you lose
By now hes bucking mean and
Slinging mud and cowboy and kicking clowns

No fools, no fun, rider

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

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

No rides, no pay, rider

Live fast, die young, bull