Luyện nghe bài hát Them Bareback Horses

Them bareback horses are the thing
They make back hurt they make your bell ring
They're hard on tailbones and make your neck sore
But when it's all you're craving some more

Well you drive down the road in a down car
You stop in town you wonder where in the hell you are
You get yourself a map and head out once again
With only enough for fees so you'd damn sure win
You finally make the with your entry fees all paid
You get on snatcher and he flings you away
So you head to town broken lookin' for a chance
To get a little drunk and find some and dance

Well you meet a little at the bar all alone
You whoop some words on her to get her to you home
But she's got a big boyfriend who just from the can
And he move on there buddy cause he's her lovin' man
So you climb back in your car after your bitty fight
You're drunk and broken
And it's twelve at night
And you ain't got a dime in your old jeans
But by god you got a a tank of gas
And a can of pork and

You write a hot to pay your fees once again
You got yourself a good one so you to win
The is standin' in the chute then he bucks around
The whistle blows you're standin' on the ground
The judges their markings and they tally up the score
And beatin' everybody by at least ten points or more
So you climb back in your car a pocket full of cash
A good feelin' in heart and a tank full of gas

But boys the day finally comes you get old and grey
You gotta hang your up and put your riggin' away
You look back now with a eye
But brother all gone so you sit and cry