Luyện nghe bài hát Go Riding Young Cowboy

He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the latch on chute number
The cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he wore
Though his trophy buckle was old it told of the glory he surely had
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 old denim jeans blue
Where a halo white like a moon in the night
Was a hole where his worn through
He spat in the dust and he cussed as the bull tried to tear down the chute
Then he looked up at me a gleam in his eye
And he his old hand on my boot
He said you'll ride old bull on your worst ever day
With your leg chained to a tree
As I am ready to concur the brute here's an old song my old man sang to me
Go ridin' young cowboy go and goin' out boy
Don't let him put you on the
Go him young cowboy de fur him riding out boy
Show 'em that Oklahoma bound

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

Well I've been down the road miles since that day
Things changed much since I've begun
I still think of my dad I'm ropin' one up and I sing his song to my son
Go young cowboy...
Go ridin' cowboy...