Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

When he was a boy dreamed of a man
Probably dreamed 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 in his soul
And there's rivers of halls 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 ready to
Well it's pull his hat and he spit out his chew
There'll be a hot time in the old tonight
The horse in chute eight a kickin' the gate
Lord he's big and he's hard and he's
And the boss is a hollerin'
Come on boys get on 'em I'm commencin' to think you're all
And the lights on the sawdust...
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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 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
Looks to me like a 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 front of his
Cause the feller who won the big rodeo