Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

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

Well, he he came to ride the horse
The one they 'The Brute'
But he look like 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 thousand went to the man
Who ride this wild cayuse
A meaner horse was born
Than the one they called Brute'

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

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

Well, he rolled hisself a
And he lit it there
himself a smoke ring
And he watched it

We thought he must be
When he opened up the
Standing just was
hundred pounds of hate

The Buckskin tried to run him
But the stranger was too
He aside and threw his arms
the horse's neck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The moral of story
judge by what they wear
Underneath some ragged
Could be a

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