Luyện nghe bài hát The Strawberry Roan

I was hangin' around town, spendin' my time
Out of a job, not a dime
A steps up and he said, "I suppose
You're a bronc fighter from the looks of clothes"

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

I all het up and I ask what he pays
To ride this old nag for a of days
He offered me ten, I said, "I'm man
A bronc never lived that I fan"

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

Down in the horse corral, alone
Is an old Caballo, a Roan
His legs are all spavined, he's got pigeon
pig eyes and a big Roman nose

Little pin that touch at the tip
A big 44 was on his left hip
and old with a long, lower jaw
I could see with one eye, a regular outlaw

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

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

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

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

bet all my money
The man ain't
That'll with Old Strawberry
When he makes his dive