Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

When he was a boy of bein' a man
Probably every thing that a young boy can
a lover a fighter a saddle bronc rider an all around hell of a hand
And the spot lights on the that shines in his brain
And his are the bones in his soul
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
Well pull down his hat and he spit out his chew
be a hot time in the old town tonight
The horse in eight he's a kickin' the gate
Lord 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 spot on the sawdust...
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With his spurs in his shoulders the horse unglued
It's like ridin' some of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinnin' the a grinnin'
Doin' there in all the commotion
The crowd's on its feet the she blows
And the pickup men to his side
As pull him away he hears one of 'em say
Looks to me a winnin' ride
And the spot lights on the sawdust that in his brain
And his dreams are the in his soul
And it's all true right in front of his eyes
Cause the feller who won the big rodeo