Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

When he was a boy of bein' a man
Probably dreamed every thing that a boy can
He's a lover a fighter a saddle bronc rider an all around 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 of dance halls and wild red eyeballs on the road to the big rodeo

Well the chutes are all loaded the are set Lord the cowboy's 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 he's a kickin' the gate
Lord he's big and he's hard and crazy
And the chute boss is a
Come on get on 'em I'm commencin' to think you're all lazy
And the lights on the sawdust...
[ - harmonica ]
With his spurs in his shoulders the horse comes
It's ridin' some kind of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinnin' the a grinnin'
fine there in all the commotion
The crowd's on its the whistle she blows
And the pickup men rush to his
As they pull him away he one of 'em say
Looks to me like a winnin'
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his
And his are the bones in his soul
And it's all comin' right in front of his eyes
Cause the feller who won the big rodeo