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 from a place
Called Rim'

Well, he said he came to the horse
The one call 'The Brute'
But he didn't look a cowboy
In his Continental

We at the way he dressed
But he said a word
He on by the rest of us
As if he hadn't

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

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

We he was a thoroughbred
When he pulled his sack of
From the inside
Of his Suit

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

We thought he be crazy
he opened up the gate
Standing just was
hundred pounds 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 called Brute'
Sit like he was there
In his Suit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody
be fooled by this galoot
This sure 'nough buster
In a Suit