Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

Well, he out in the arena
All dressed up to the
Said he'd just came down 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 Continental

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

A bucks went to the man
Who could ride this wild
A meaner horse was born
the one they called 'The Brute'

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

We he was a thoroughbred
When he pulled his sack of
From the inside
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 tried to run him
But the stranger was too
He stepped and threw his arms
Around the neck

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

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

But the stranger didn't give an
He came to 'The Brute'
And he came to ride the
In a Suit

Well, I turned to look at Jim
And he was me
He said, "I don't
The things I think I see"

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

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

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

The of this story
Never judge by what they
Underneath ragged clothes
Could be a

listen
Don't be by this galoot
This sure 'nough bronc
In a Continental