Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

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

Well the chutes are all the riggins are set Lord the cowboy's ready to ride
it's pull down his hat and he spit out his chew
There'll be a hot time in the old tonight
The horse in chute eight he's a kickin' the
Lord he's big and he's hard and crazy
And the boss 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 ridin' some kind of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinnin' the a grinnin'
Doin' fine there in all the
The on its feet the whistle she blows
And the pickup men rush to his
As they pull him away he one of 'em say
to me like a winnin' ride
And the spot on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his are the bones in his soul
And it's all comin' true in front of his eyes
Cause he's the feller who won the big