Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

Well, he out in the arena
All dressed up to the
Said he'd came down from a place
Called Rim'

Well, he said he came to ride the
The one they 'The Brute'
But he didn't look a cowboy
In his Suit

We snickered at the way he
But he said a word
He walks on by the of us
As if he heard

A thousand went to the man
Who could this wild cayuse
A horse was never born
the one they called 'The Brute'

The horse he was looking for
Was in number eight
He up very slowly
Put his upon the gate

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

Well, he hisself a 'Corley'
And he lit it there
himself a smoke ring
And he watched it

We he must be crazy
he opened up the gate
Standing inside was
hundred pounds of hate

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

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

'The Brute's' was in the air
His front end on the
and a-squealin', tryin' to
Shake this down

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

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

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

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

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

The of this story
Never judge by they wear
Underneath ragged clothes
be a millionaire

Everybody
Don't be fooled by this
sure 'nough bronc buster
In a Suit