Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

When he was a boy of bein' a man
Probably every thing that a young boy can
He's a lover a fighter a saddle rider an all around hell of a hand
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 red eyeballs on the road to the big rodeo

the chutes are all loaded the riggins are set Lord the cowboy's ready to ride
Well it's down his hat and he spit out his chew
be a hot time in the old town tonight
The horse in chute he's a kickin' the gate
Lord big and he's hard and he's crazy
And the chute is a hollerin'
Come on boys get on 'em I'm to think you're all lazy
And the spot on the sawdust...
[ - harmonica ]
With his spurs in his the horse comes unglued
It's like ridin' kind of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinnin' the cowboy's a
fine there in all the commotion
The crowd's on its the whistle she blows
And the pickup men to his side
As they pull him he hears one of 'em say
to me like a winnin' ride
And the spot lights on the sawdust that in his brain
And his dreams are the in his soul
And it's all comin' true right in of his eyes
Cause the feller who won the big rodeo