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 'Highland

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

We snickered at the way he
But he said a word
He on by the rest of us
As if he hadn't

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

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

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

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

We thought he be crazy
he opened up the gate
Standing inside was
Fifteen pounds of hate

The Buckskin tried to run him
But the stranger was too
He stepped aside and his arms
Around the neck

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

'The hind-end was in the air
His end on the ground
and a-squealin', tryin' to
Shake this stranger

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

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

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

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

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

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

listen
Don't be fooled by this
This sure 'nough buster
In a Continental