Luyện nghe bài hát Go Riding Young Cowboy

He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the on chute number four
The young were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he wore
Though his trophy was old it told of the glory 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 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
he looked 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 your worst day
With your hind leg chained to a
As I am ready to concur the brute here's 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 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 fans in the 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 still fit and
But most of all for them old bulls that buck
For my dad and the song that he
Go young cowboy...

Well been down the road many miles since that day
Things ain't changed much I've begun
I think of my dad when I'm ropin' one up and I sing his song to my son
Go ridin' cowboy...
Go ridin' cowboy...