Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

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

We snickered at the way he but he never said a word
on by the rest of us as if he hadn't heard
A thousand bucks went to the man who could this wild cayuse
A meaner was never born than the one they called the Brute

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

He rolled himself a quirly and he lit it there
Blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it
We thought he must be crazy as he opened up the
Standin' just inside was fifteen hundred of hate

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

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

I turned around to look at Jim but he was me
I don't believe the crazy things I think I see
But I think I see the outlaw the one they 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 continental clothes
The stranger took his money and we don't know he went
We don't know where he came 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 listen don't be fooled by this galoot
Sure bronc rider in his continental suit