Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

When he was a boy of bein' a man
Probably dreamed every thing a young boy can
He's a lover a fighter a saddle bronc rider an all around hell of a
And the spot lights on the that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his
And there's rivers of dance halls and wild red on the road to the big rodeo

Well the chutes are all loaded the riggins are set Lord the cowboy's ready to
Well it's pull down his hat and he out his chew
There'll be a hot in the old town tonight
The horse in eight he's a kickin' the gate
Lord he's big and he's hard and crazy
And the boss is a hollerin'
Come on boys get on 'em I'm commencin' to think all lazy
And the lights on the sawdust...
[ dobro - ]
With his spurs in his the horse comes unglued
like ridin' some kind of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinnin' the cowboy's a
Doin' fine there in all the
The crowd's on its feet the she blows
And the pickup men rush to his
As they pull him he hears one of 'em say
to me like a winnin' ride
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his
And his dreams are the bones in his
And it's all comin' right in front of his eyes
Cause he's the feller who won the big