Luyện nghe bài hát Go Riding Young Cowboy

He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the on chute number four
The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of clothes that he wore
Though his trophy buckle was old it told of the 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 old denim jeans blue
Where a show white like a moon in the night
Was a hole his snoozed worn through
He spat in the dust and he bitterly 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 ride this old bull on your worst ever day
With hind leg chained 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 cowboy de fur him riding out boy
Show 'em that Oklahoma bound

I marked eighty points 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 looked up to the Lord and I
I said for my good arm and thanks for my luck
And thanks that I'm fit and young
But thanks most of all for them old that buck
For my dad and the song he sung
Go young cowboy...

Well I've been the road many miles since that day
Things ain't much 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 young cowboy...