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 Rim'

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

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

A thousand bucks to the man
Who ride this wild cayuse
A meaner horse was born
Than the one they 'The Brute'

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

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

Well, he rolled hisself a
And he lit it standing
Blew a smoke ring
And he watched it

We thought he be crazy
When he up the gate
Standing just was
Fifteen hundred of hate

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

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

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

But the stranger give an inch
He to ride 'The Brute'
And he came to the Buckskin
In a Suit

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

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

Brute' came to a stand-still
Ashamed that been rode
By a city in
Some Continental

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

The moral of story
Never judge by they wear
Underneath some ragged
Could be a

Everybody
be fooled by this galoot
This sure 'nough buster
In a Continental