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 clothes that he wore
Though his trophy buckle was old it told of the he surely had seen
And the beard showed neath his old John B was wirey silver sheen
With a plug in his lip from his back pocket rip and his faded old denim blue
Where a halo show like a moon in the night
Was a hole where his snoozed through
He spat in the dust and he bitterly as the bull tried to tear down the chute
Then he looked up at me with a in his eye
And he placed his old hand on my
He said you'll ride this old on your worst ever day
With your hind leg chained to a
As I am made ready to concur the brute here's an old my old man sang to me
Go ridin' cowboy go winnin' and goin' out boy
Don't let him put you on the
Go spur him young cowboy de fur him out boy
'em that your 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 up to the Lord and I smiled
I said thanks for my arm and thanks for my luck
And thanks I'm still 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 down the road many miles since that day
Things changed much since I've begun
I still think of my dad when I'm one up and I sing his song to my son
Go young cowboy...
Go ridin' cowboy...