Luyện nghe bài hát Joad'e The Rodeo Clawn

Gather round boys and a tale I will tell about Joade the rodeo
happy feller keep the cowboys together after they hit the ground
He once was a and a saddle bronc rider and all around hell of a hand
But a bull got him down away from the clown he lived but not ride
But rodeo was burned deep in his 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 track barreled and bloomed
He earned his keep a fightin' the bulls and savin' us hard fools
I was in the well and hung in my rope in a show in old west Texas town
The man who saved me from chain and was Joade the rodeo clown
The bull gored old Joade with his terrible old
Then stomped and mauled him
One of my buddies dragged me but Joade lay dead on the ground
The preacher they for the funeral well he didn't have 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 children all him too
were lines on his face and each one was a trace
Of the the miles and the blues
So barkeep get with it and set em up again I'm buyin' next round
And if there's any man here who can't to old Joade
Then he just get the hell out