Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

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

Well, he he came to ride the horse
The one call 'The Brute'
But he didn't look a cowboy
In his Continental

We at the way he dressed
But he said a word
He walks on by the of us
As if he heard

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

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

We he was a thoroughbred
When he his sack of 'Dukes'
From the inside
Of his Suit

Well, he rolled a 'Corley'
And he lit it standing
Blew a smoke ring
And he it disappear

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

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

And himself up on the back
Of the horse called '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
Shake this stranger

But the didn't give an inch
He came to 'The Brute'
And he came to ride the
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 I see the outlaw
The one they 'The Brute'
by a cowboy
In a Suit"

'The came to a stand-still
Ashamed that been rode
By a city in
Some clothes

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

The moral of this
Never by what they wear
Underneath some ragged
Could be a

Everybody
Don't be fooled by galoot
This sure 'nough buster
In a Continental