Luyện nghe bài hát Go Riding Young Cowboy

He stood out in the Cheyenne dust by the latch on chute number four
The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he
Though his trophy buckle was old it told of the he surely had seen
And the beard that showed neath his old John B was wirey sheen
With a plug in his lip from his back pocket rip and his faded old denim jeans
Where a halo white like a moon in the night
Was a hole where his snoozed worn
He spat in the dust and he bitterly as the bull tried to tear down the chute
he looked up at me with a gleam in his eye
And he placed his old hand on my
He you'll ride this old bull on your worst ever day
With your hind leg to a tree
As I am made to concur the brute here's an old song my old man sang to me
Go ridin' young cowboy go and goin' out boy
let him put you on the ground
Go spur him young cowboy de fur him out boy
'em that your Oklahoma bound

Well I marked points and I won me the round
The fans in the stands went wild
Well I could see my old daddy a dancin' a jig
I looked up to the Lord and I smiled
I said thanks for my good arm and thanks for my
And thanks that I'm fit and young
But thanks most of all for them old that buck
For my dad and the song that he
Go ridin' cowboy...

Well I've been down the road many since that day
ain't changed much since I've begun
I think of my dad when I'm ropin' one up and I sing his song to my son
Go young cowboy...
Go ridin' cowboy...