Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

When he was a boy dreamed of a man
Probably dreamed every that 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 sawdust that in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his
And there's rivers of dance 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 pull down his hat and he spit out his chew
There'll be a hot in the old town tonight
The in chute eight he's a kickin' the gate
Lord he's big and he's hard and he's
And the chute is a hollerin'
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 unglued
It's like ridin' some of explosion
And the bronc he spinnin' the cowboy's a grinnin'
Doin' fine there in all the
The crowd's on its the whistle she blows
And the men rush to his side
As they pull him away he one of 'em say
Looks to me a winnin' ride
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his
And his dreams are the bones in his
And it's all true right in front of his eyes
he's the feller who won the big rodeo