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 said he came to ride the
The one they 'The Brute'
But he didn't look a cowboy
In his Continental

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

A bucks went to the man
Who could this wild cayuse
A meaner was never born
Than the one they 'The Brute'

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

We he was a thoroughbred
he pulled his sack of 'Dukes'
From the pocket
Of his Suit

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

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

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

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

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

But the didn't give an inch
He came to 'The 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 crazy things I I see"

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

'The Brute' came to a
that he'd been rode
By a cowboy in
Continental clothes

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

The of this story
Never judge by they wear
some ragged clothes
Could be a

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