Luyện nghe bài hát The Strawberry Roan

I was hangin' around town, just my time
Out of a job, not earnin' a
A feller up and he said, "I suppose
You're a fighter from the looks of your clothes"

"You me right, I'm a good one", I claim
"Do you happen to any bad ones to tame?"
Said, "He's got one, a bad one to
For throwin' good riders, he's had of luck"

I gets all het up and I ask he pays
To ride this old nag for a couple of
He me ten, I said, "I'm your man
A bronc never lived I couldn't fan"

He said, "Get your saddle, I'll you a chance"
In his buckboard we and he drives to the ranch
I until mornin' and right after chuck
I stepped out to see if this can buck

Down in the horse corral, standin'
Is an old Caballo, a Roan
His legs are all spavined, got pigeon toes
Little pig eyes and a big Roman

Little pin ears that at the tip
A big 44 brand was on his hip
U-necked and old a long, lower jaw
I could see with one eye, he's a regular

I gets the on 'im and it sure is a fright
Next comes the saddle and I screws it tight
I steps on 'im and I raises the blinds
Get out the way boys, he's gonna

He is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only wings for to be on the fly
He his old belly right up to the sun
He sure is a sun-fishin',

He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the
turn on a Nickel and give you some change
He hits on all and goes up on high
Leaves me a up there in the sky

I turns over twice and I comes to earth
I lights in the cussin' the day of his
I know there are ponies I cannot ride
There's some of left, they haven't all died

bet all my money
The man ain't
stay with Old Strawberry
When he his high dive