Luyện nghe bài hát Real Live Buckeroo

Well I ain't the type of cowboy you'll 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 and sad songs make me cry
And pretty break my heart almost every night
I run on beans and nicotine I'm a real live buckeroo
And my heart's not pure and my boots clean and I never tell the truth

Well if there's under my hat besides the cattle biz
Well I just can't seem to remember it is
Yeah my thinkin's kinda crude but my gets plumb rank
Them girlies just don't understand me a round their flanks
And when I take a nasty fall I'll cuss until I'm
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 that stuff's talk
My daddy says the reason is I'm dumber than a box of rocks
tends to make me high...

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