Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

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

Well, he he came to ride the horse
The one they call Brute'
But he look like 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 hadn't

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

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

We knew he was a
When he pulled his of 'Dukes'
the inside pocket
Of his Continental

Well, he rolled a 'Corley'
And he lit it there
Blew himself a ring
And he watched it

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

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

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

Brute's' 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 came to ride 'The
And he came to ride the
In a Suit

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

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

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

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

The moral of this
Never judge by they wear
Underneath ragged clothes
Could be a

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