Luyện nghe bài hát Go Riding Young Cowboy

He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the latch on number four
The cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he wore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 neath his old John B was wirey silver sheen
With a plug in his lip from his back pocket rip and his faded old jeans blue
a halo show white like a moon in the night
Was a hole where his snoozed through
He spat in the dust and he bitterly cussed as the bull tried to down the chute
Then he up at me with a gleam in his eye
And he his old hand on my boot
He said you'll ride this old bull on worst ever day
With your hind leg chained to a
As I am made ready to concur the 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 spur him cowboy de fur him riding out boy
'em that your Oklahoma bound

Well I eighty points and I won me the round
The fans in the stands 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 I'm still fit and young
But thanks most of all for them old bulls that
For my dad and the song that he
Go young cowboy...

Well I've down the road many miles since that day
Things ain't changed much since I've
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...