Luyện nghe bài hát Go Riding Young Cowboy

He out in the Cheyenne area 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The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he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 of the glory he surely had seen
And the beard that showed neath his old John B was silver sheen
With a plug in his lip his back pocket rip and his faded old denim jeans blue
Where a show white like a moon in the night
Was a hole where his snoozed worn
He spat in the dust and he bitterly cussed as the bull tried to tear down the
Then he looked up at me a gleam in his eye
And he placed his old hand on my
He said you'll this old bull on your worst ever day
your hind leg chained to a tree
As I am made ready to concur the here's an old song my old man sang to me
Go ridin' young go winnin' and goin' out boy
let him put you on the ground
Go him young cowboy de fur him riding out boy
Show 'em that Oklahoma bound

Well I marked eighty and I won me the round
The fans in the went plum wild
I could see my old daddy just a dancin' a jig
Well I up to the Lord and I smiled
I said for my good 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 that he sung
Go young cowboy...

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