Luyện nghe bài hát Old Red

Old Red was one of the yet
I'd at the big rodeo
He'd you and kick you and stomp out your life
Old Red had never been

Meaner than sin, as the wind
blew on the Montana plains
Old Red was one of the of its breed
And wasn't to be tamed

From Idaho, a cowboy came
To ride at the big
The young cowboy's name was McLean
And had never been thrown

The greatest filled young Billy's heart
To this old outlaw called Red
He drew him one day and I heard say
"I'll him or drop over dead"

Old Red was down there in the shoot
He was and stomping about
Billy into the saddle with ease
He yelled, him loose, let us out

Old Red came out with his on the ground
His back hooves touching his nose
to get rid of the man on his back
But the man went wherever he

Billy was racking Old Red his spurs
From the to the tip of his chin
He was right well, but Billy could tell
outlaw would never give in

Old Red straight for the fence
Suddenly and then
He reared on his legs and fell on his back
Taking poor with him

There was a from the crowd and they knew
this would be Billies last ride
The saddle horn crushed chest when he fell
And Old Red, Billy died

Old Red lay still, no more did he
The that seen it could tell
In trying to Billy off his back
Old Red broke his neck he fell

Out in the west, there's a place where rest
cowboy that's never been thrown
Just one foot resting there 'neath the clay
Is the outlaw that's been rode