Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

He walked out in the all dressed up to the brim
Said he just came from a place called Highland Rim
And he said he to ride the horse the one they called the Brute
But he didn't look like a cowboy in the continental

We snickered at the way he dressed but he said a word
Walked on by the of us as if he hadn't heard
A thousand went to the man who could ride this wild cayuse
A meaner horse was born than the one they called the Brute

The horse that he was for was in chute number eight
Walked up slowly put his hand upon the gate
We knew he was a purebred he pulled a sack o' Deuce
From the inside pocket of his continental

He rolled himself a and he lit it standin' there
himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear
We thought he must be crazy as he up the gate
Standin' just inside was fifteen pounds of hate

The buckskin to run him down but the stranger was too quick
He stepped aside and threw his arms the horse's neck
And he pulled upon the back of the horse they called the Brute
Sat like he was there in his continental suit

The Brute's end was in the air his front end on the ground
and a squealin' tryin' to shake the stranger down
But the stranger wouldn't an inch he came to ride the Brute
He to ride that buckskin in a continental suit

I turned to look at Jim but he was watchin' me
I don't believe the crazy things I think I see
But I think I see the the one they call the Brute
Ridden by a cowboy in a continental

The Brute came to a ashamed that he'd been rode
By some city cowboy in some clothes
The stranger took his money and we don't where he went
We don't where he came from and we haven't seen him since

The moral of this story never judge by what wear
Underneath some ragged clothes be a millionaire
So everybody listen don't be fooled by this
Sure enough bronc rider in his suit