Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

When he was a boy of bein' a man
Probably dreamed every thing a young boy can
He's a lover a fighter a saddle bronc rider an all 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 halls and wild red eyeballs on the road 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
There'll be a hot time in the old town
The horse in chute eight a kickin' the gate
Lord he's big and he's hard and he's
And the chute boss is a
Come on boys get on 'em I'm commencin' to think all lazy
And the spot on the sawdust...
[ - harmonica ]
With his spurs in his shoulders the horse unglued
It's like some kind of explosion
And the bronc he spinnin' the cowboy's a grinnin'
Doin' fine in all the commotion
The crowd's on its feet the whistle she
And the men rush to his side
As they pull him he hears one of 'em say
to me like a winnin' ride
And the spot lights on the sawdust that in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his
And it's all comin' right in front of his eyes
Cause he's the who won the big rodeo