Luyện nghe bài hát Go Riding Young Cowboy

He stood out in the area dust by the latch on chute 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The cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he wore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 had seen
And the beard that neath his old John B was wirey silver sheen
With a in his lip from his back pocket rip and his faded old denim jeans blue
Where a halo show white a moon in the night
Was a where his snoozed worn through
He in the dust and he bitterly cussed as the bull tried to tear down the chute
Then he looked up at me a gleam in his eye
And he placed his old hand on my
He said you'll ride this old bull on your ever day
With your leg chained to a tree
As I am made ready to concur the brute an old song 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 that your bound

Well I marked eighty and I won me the round
The in the stands went plum wild
Well I could see my old daddy just a 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 still fit and
But thanks most of all for old bulls that buck
For my dad and the that he sung
Go young cowboy...

Well I've been down the many miles since that day
Things ain't 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 ridin' cowboy...
Go young cowboy...