Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy In The Continental Suit

He walked out in the arena all up to the brim
Said he 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 look a cowboy in the continental suit

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

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

He rolled himself a quirly and he lit it standin'
Blew himself a smoke and he watched it disappear
We thought he must be as he opened up the gate
Standin' inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate

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

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

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 call the Brute
Ridden by a cowboy in a continental

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

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