Luyện nghe bài hát Go Riding Young Cowboy

He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the latch on chute number
The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date that he wore
Though his trophy buckle was old it told of the glory he surely had
And the beard that showed neath his old John B was silver sheen
With a plug in his lip his back pocket rip and his faded old denim jeans blue
Where a halo show white a moon in the night
Was a hole where his snoozed worn
He spat in the dust and he bitterly as the bull tried to tear down the chute
Then he up at me with 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 your hind leg chained to a
As I am made ready to concur the brute here's an old song my old man to me
Go ridin' young go winnin' and goin' out boy
Don't let him put you on the
Go him young cowboy de fur him riding out boy
'em that your Oklahoma bound

Well I marked eighty points and I won me the
The in the stands went plum wild
Well I could see my old daddy just a a jig
Well I up to the Lord and I smiled
I said thanks for my arm and thanks for my luck
And thanks that I'm fit and young
But thanks most of all for them old bulls buck
For my dad and the that he sung
Go young cowboy...

Well I've been down the many miles since that day
Things changed much since I've begun
I still of my dad when I'm ropin' one up and I sing his song to my son
Go young cowboy...
Go young cowboy...