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 from a place
Called Rim'

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

We snickered at the way he
But he never said a
He walks on by the of us
As if he heard

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

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

We he was a thoroughbred
When he pulled his of 'Dukes'
From the pocket
Of his Continental

Well, he rolled a 'Corley'
And he lit it there
Blew himself a ring
And he it disappear

We he must be crazy
he opened up the gate
Standing inside was
Fifteen hundred pounds of

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

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

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

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

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 Brute'
by a cowboy
In a Suit"

Brute' came to a stand-still
Ashamed that he'd rode
By a city in
Continental clothes

The stranger his money
And we know where he went
We don't know 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 'nough bronc
In a Continental