Luyện nghe bài hát Go Riding Young Cowboy

He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the latch on number four
The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of clothes that he wore
Though his buckle was old it told of the glory he surely had seen
And the beard that neath his old John B was wirey silver 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 his snoozed worn through
He spat in the dust and he bitterly cussed as the bull tried to down the chute
Then he looked up at me with a in his eye
And he placed his old on my boot
He said you'll ride this old bull on your worst day
your hind leg chained to a tree
As I am made ready to concur the brute an old song my old man sang to me
Go ridin' cowboy go winnin' and goin' out boy
let him put you on the ground
Go spur him cowboy de fur him riding out boy
'em that your Oklahoma bound

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

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