Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

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

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

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

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

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

We knew he was a
When he his sack of 'Dukes'
the inside pocket
Of his Suit

Well, he hisself a 'Corley'
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
hundred pounds of hate

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

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

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

But the stranger didn't an inch
He came to ride 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 things I think I see"

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

'The Brute' came to a
that he'd been rode
By a city in
Some clothes

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

The moral of story
judge by what they wear
Underneath ragged clothes
Could be a

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