Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

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

Well, he said he came to ride the
The one call 'The Brute'
But he look like a cowboy
In his Suit

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

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

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

We knew he was a
he pulled 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 watched it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'The Brute' came to a
Ashamed that been rode
By a cowboy in
Some Continental

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

The moral of story
Never judge by they wear
Underneath some ragged
Could be a

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