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The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes he wore
Though his trophy buckle was old it of the glory he surely had seen
And the that showed neath his old John B was wirey silver sheen
With a plug in his lip from his back rip and his faded 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 cussed as the bull tried to tear down the chute
Then he up at me with a gleam in his eye
And he placed his old on my boot
He said ride this old bull on your worst ever day
With your leg chained to a tree
As I am made ready to concur the brute here's an old my old man sang to me
Go young cowboy 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 your Oklahoma bound

Well I eighty points and I won me the round
The fans in the stands plum wild
Well I could see my old daddy a dancin' a jig
Well I looked up to the and I smiled
I said thanks for my good arm and for my luck
And thanks I'm still 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 been down the road many miles since that day
ain't changed much since I've begun
I still think of my dad when I'm ropin' one up and I his song to my son
Go young cowboy...
Go young cowboy...