Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

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

Well, he said he to ride the horse
The one they call Brute'
But he look like a cowboy
In his Suit

We at the way he dressed
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 this wild cayuse
A meaner was never born
Than the one they called 'The

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

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

Well, he rolled hisself a
And he lit it standing
Blew himself a smoke
And he it disappear

We he must be crazy
When he up the gate
Standing inside was
Fifteen hundred pounds of

The tried to run him down
But the was too quick
He stepped aside and his arms
Around the horse's

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

'The hind-end was in the air
His front end on the
Kickin' and a-squealin', to
this stranger down

But the didn't give an inch
He to ride 'The Brute'
And he came to ride the
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'
Ridden by a
In a Suit"

'The came to a stand-still
that he'd been rode
By a cowboy in
Continental clothes

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

The of this story
Never judge by what they
some ragged clothes
Could be a

listen
Don't be fooled by galoot
This sure 'nough bronc
In a Suit