Luyện nghe bài hát Real Live Buckeroo

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

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

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