Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

When he was a boy of bein' a man
Probably dreamed every thing that a 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 dreams are the bones in his
And there's rivers of halls and wild red eyeballs on the road to the big rodeo

Well the chutes are all loaded the riggins are set Lord the ready to ride
Well it's down his hat and he spit out his chew
be a hot time in the old town tonight
The in chute eight he's a kickin' the gate
Lord he's big and he's and he's crazy
And the boss is a hollerin'
on boys get on 'em I'm commencin' to think you're all lazy
And the spot on the sawdust...
[ - harmonica ]
With his spurs in his shoulders the comes unglued
It's like some kind of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinnin' the cowboy's a
Doin' fine in all the commotion
The on its feet the whistle she blows
And the men rush to his side
As they pull him he hears one of 'em say
Looks to me like a ride
And the lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his are the bones in his soul
And it's all comin' true in front of his eyes
he's the feller who won the big rodeo