Luyện nghe bài hát National Finals Rodeo

A rodeo's just a after riding several years
From ol' to Houston, they never cause too much fear
But let me tell you one that will chill your very soul
It in December when it's snowin' and it's cold

In Oklahoma City there's a building of
It's the toughest stock and men will gather and compete
The points have all tallied and the stock has all been brought
We've got just two more 'cause it starts at eight o'clock

It's the Finals, the NFR, the of the sport
Hey rookie, can you ten head, have you got the heart?
You think you're a tough cowboy, we'll out in the end
that final whistle blows and the stock's all in the pen

The coliseum's quiet except for the
Of cowboys ready and the workmen of the grounds
The cowboys ask each other, what other's got
"Did you ol' Necklace or pluck old Double-Ought?"

The tension now is as the crowd starts pouring in
A shiver goes all me like from a cold, cold wind
I hear the horses comin', runnin' the alleyway
They're snortin' and a blowin' as men shut the sliding

It's the Finals, the NFR, the of the sport
Hey rookie, can you take ten head, have you got the
You think you're a tough cowboy, find out in the end
When that whistle blows and the stock's all in the pen

We had too much a while ago but not enough time now
The Anthem is now over, the grand entry's out
I sit on my bronc, I'm ready and I wait
I hear a chute open so I look out through the gate

A horse comes boiling out and up at the roof
And then out comes another kicking like a curly
I the chute boss holler through the yelling of the crowd
He says, there's one ahead of you so you'd get screwed down

It's the Finals, the NFR, the Series of the
Hey rookie, can you ten head, have you got the heart?
You think a tough cowboy, we'll find out in the end
When that final whistle blows and the all in the pen

I nod my head, I'm in a daze, the horse goes out
I run my spurs into his and then I drag 'em out
My mind is in a blur, my eyes are red
The flank catch into my back, his rump bangs on my head

From somewhere in the background I can hear a sound
My hand's jerked from the and I crash into the ground
I stumble to my feet and as I stagger to the
I wonder to myself, is it really it all?

It's the Finals, the NFR, the Series of the
Hey rookie, can you take ten head, have you got the
You think you're a cowboy, we'll find out in the end
When that final blows and the stock's all in the pen

the Finals, the NFR, the Series of the sport
Hey rookie, can you ten head, have you got the heart?
You think a tough cowboy, we'll find out in the end