Luyện nghe bài hát Bull Rider

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

Live fast, die young, bull

One hold 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 seat and you lose
By now hes bucking mean and
Slinging mud and cowboy and kicking clowns

No fools, no fun, rider

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

the rodeo is more than rough
Its a fact of and its tough to cut and its beaver hats
Its beer and pulling trailers
Tight lemae on barrel racers and a horse

No rides, no pay, rider

Live fast, die young, bull