Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

When he was a boy dreamed of a man
Probably dreamed every thing a young boy can
He's a lover a fighter a saddle bronc an all around hell of a hand
And the spot lights on the sawdust that in his brain
And his are the bones in his soul
And rivers of dance 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 to ride
Well it's down his hat and he spit out his chew
There'll be a hot time in the old tonight
The horse in chute eight he's a kickin' the
Lord he's big and he's hard and crazy
And the boss is a hollerin'
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 comes
It's like ridin' some of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinnin' the cowboy's a
Doin' there in all the commotion
The on its feet 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 in front of his eyes
Cause he's the feller who won the big