Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

Well, he out in the arena
All up to the brim
Said he'd just down from a place
'Highland Rim'

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

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

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

The horse that he was for
Was in chute number
He walked up slowly
Put his hand the gate

We he was a thoroughbred
When he pulled his sack of
From the pocket
Of his Continental

Well, he rolled hisself a
And he lit it there
himself a smoke ring
And he it disappear

We he must be crazy
he opened up the gate
Standing just was
Fifteen hundred pounds of

The Buckskin tried to run him
But the stranger was too
He stepped and threw his arms
Around the neck

And pulled himself up on the
Of the horse they 'The Brute'
Sit he was born there
In his Suit

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

But the stranger didn't an inch
He came to ride 'The
And he to ride the Buckskin
In a Suit

Well, I around to look at Jim
And he was me
He said, "I don't
The crazy I think I see"

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

Brute' came to a stand-still
Ashamed that he'd rode
By a city in
Some clothes

The stranger took his
And we don't know he went
We don't know where he came
And we haven't him since

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

Everybody
Don't be fooled by this
This sure 'nough bronc
In a Continental