Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

Well, he walks out in the
All dressed up to the
he'd just came down from a place
Called 'Highland

Well, he said he to ride the horse
The one they call Brute'
But he didn't like a cowboy
In his Continental

We snickered at the way he
But he never a word
He walks on by the of us
As if he hadn't

A bucks went to the man
Who could ride wild cayuse
A meaner was never born
Than the one they 'The Brute'

The that he was looking for
Was in chute eight
He walked up slowly
Put his upon the gate

We knew he was a
When he his sack of 'Dukes'
From the inside
Of his Suit

Well, he rolled a 'Corley'
And he lit it standing
himself a smoke ring
And he it disappear

We he must be crazy
When he opened up the
Standing inside was
Fifteen hundred of hate

The Buckskin to run him down
But the stranger was too
He aside and threw his arms
the horse's neck

And pulled up on the back
Of the horse they called Brute'
Sit like he was born
In his Continental

'The Brute's' was in the air
His end on the ground
Kickin' and a-squealin', to
Shake stranger down

But the didn't give an inch
He came to 'The Brute'
And he to ride the Buckskin
In a Continental

Well, I turned around to at Jim
And he was me
He said, "I believe
The things I think I see"

"But I I see the outlaw
The one they 'The Brute'
by a cowboy
In a Suit"

'The Brute' to a stand-still
Ashamed that he'd been
By a city in
Continental clothes

The stranger his money
And we don't where he went
We know where he came from
And we seen him since

The moral of story
Never judge by what they
Underneath some clothes
be a millionaire

listen
Don't be by this galoot
This 'nough bronc buster
In a Continental