Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

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

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