Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

Well, he walks out in the
All dressed up to the
Said he'd came down from a place
'Highland Rim'

Well, he said he to ride the horse
The one they call 'The
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 bucks went to the man
Who could ride wild cayuse
A meaner horse was born
the one they called 'The Brute'

The horse he was looking for
Was in chute number
He walked up slowly
Put his upon the gate

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

Well, he rolled a 'Corley'
And he lit it standing
himself a smoke ring
And he it disappear

We thought he must be
When he up the gate
just inside was
Fifteen hundred pounds of

The Buckskin to run him down
But the was too quick
He stepped aside and 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

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

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

Well, I turned to look at Jim
And he was me
He said, "I believe
The crazy I think 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
Ashamed he'd been rode
By a cowboy in
Some Continental

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

The moral of story
Never judge by they wear
Underneath some clothes
be a millionaire

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