Luyện nghe bài hát Joad'e The Rodeo Clawn

Gather round and a tale I will tell about Joade the rodeo clown
This happy feller the cowboys together after they hit the ground
He once was a fighter and a saddle bronc rider and all around of a hand
But a bull got him down away from the clown he lived but not again
But rodeo was deep in his soul and his heart just wouldn't let go
He didn't cowboys hooked by the bulls so he took to clowin' the show
With paint and red nose and baggy old clothes
His shoes barreled and bloomed
He earned his keep a fightin' the bulls and savin' us hard ridin'
I was in the well and hung in my rope in a show in old west Texas town
The man who me from chain and hells was Joade the rodeo clown
The bull gored old Joade with his old horns
Then stomped and him around
One of my dragged me away but Joade lay dead on the ground
The preacher they found for the funeral well he didn't a whole lot to say
He didn't know or about rodeo life so all he could do was to pray
There's many a cowboy that owes him his life and the all loved him too
were lines on his face and each one was a trace
Of the laughter the miles and the
So barkeep get with it and set em up again I'm buyin' this round
And if there's any man who can't drink to old Joade
Then he better get the hell out