Luyện nghe bài hát Real Live Buckeroo

Well I ain't the type of that you'll see on TV
I wasn't near as pretty as Mama me to be
Well I grew up on the ranches just cussin' all day
Breakin' in them broomtails and hummin' old dirty
Whiskey tends to make me high and sad songs me cry
And pretty break my heart almost every night
Well I run on beans and nicotine I'm a live buckeroo
And my heart's not pure and my ain't clean and I never tell the truth

Well if there's anything under my hat besides the biz
I just can't seem to remember what it is
Yeah my thinkin's kinda crude but my lovin' plumb rank
Them girlies just don't understand me a round their flanks
And when I take a nasty fall I'll until I'm blue
Then I'll get right up and on again just like s'posed to do
But it ain't because I'm so brave all stuff's just talk
My daddy says the reason is I'm dumber a box of rocks yeah
Whiskey to make me high...

This song ain't no Strawberry Roan or no ram page herd of steers
This is just the of cowboy song that you probably don't like to hear
This song got no message and won't feel perty in yer ear
This song is just one of them
Well song is just one of them there these here yeah