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 lady luck
Pray to God that she give up on you right now

Live fast, die young, bull

One hand is all you got
To pit you and the bull the clock and a course crowd
And apon a spinning ton
Nothing else youve ever done can this way
Youre just outside the chute
You lose a spur and you lose your seat and you yourself
By now hes bucking 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 yourself for anything that you might dead
You know the art of loose is hanging just as tight
Well its something like a hurricane thats dancing a kite

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

No rides, no pay, rider

Live fast, die young, rider