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 a place
Called Rim'

Well, he said he to ride the horse
The one they call 'The
But he didn't look like a
In his Continental

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

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

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

We knew he was a
he pulled his sack of 'Dukes'
From the pocket
Of his Continental

Well, he rolled hisself a
And he lit it standing
Blew himself a ring
And he it disappear

We thought he must be
he opened up the gate
Standing just was
Fifteen pounds of hate

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

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

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

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

Well, I turned around to 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"

'The Brute' to a stand-still
that he'd been rode
By a city in
Some clothes

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

The moral of this
judge by what they wear
Underneath some ragged
be a millionaire

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