Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

I was snappin out broncs at the Old U
At fourty a month a good buckaroo
the boss came around and he says
Hey my lad you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad
You see, I in't got no more outlaws to
But I'll buy you a and give you a stake
At ridin' them bad ones well you ain't
And you might do some good at the big

While they're puttin' the in the chute
I'm strappin' my to the heels of my boots
I looks that over and to my suprise
Well he's a foot and a half in his two eyes
On top of his he's got a big hump
I in his middle and I lets out a scream
He out with a beller and the rest is a dream

Well he to the left and jumps towards the right
But I ain't no green horn I'm sittin' tight
The dust starts to right out of his skin
He's a wavin' them horns right my chin
At sunnin' his belly he couldn't be
He's showin' the the soles of his feet
He's a dippin' so low my boots filled with dirt
He's a a whip of the tail of my shirt

He's the buttons right off of my clothes
He's a buckin' and a bawlin' and a blowin' his
The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that
Well he needed no but I had my hands full
Then he to fence rowin' and a weavin behind
My went poppin' I sorta went blind
He starts in high I lets out a groan
We went up together but he came alone

Up high I turns and below I can see
He's a pawin' up just a waitin' for me
I can picture a grave and a big of wood
Sayin' here lies a twister who thought he was
I somethin' don't seem can be true
But the on his hip was a big Flyin' U
When I landed he but I got enough sense
So I ran that old bull to the in the fence

I dives through hole and I want you to know
I ain't back to no big rodeo
At a straddlin' them you can bet I'm all through
So I'm sore footin' it to the old Flyin' U