Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

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

Well the chutes are all loaded the riggins are set Lord the ready to ride
Well it's pull down his hat and he spit out his
There'll be a hot time in the old tonight
The horse in chute eight he's a the gate
Lord he's big and 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 spot on the sawdust...
[ dobro - ]
With his spurs in his shoulders the comes unglued
It's like ridin' some of explosion
And the he starts spinnin' the cowboy's a grinnin'
Doin' there in all the commotion
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
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 all comin' true right in front of his eyes
Cause he's the feller who won the big