Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Bahama Bull

I was snappin out broncs at the Old U
At fourty a month a plum good
Well the boss came and he says
Hey my lad well you pretty good ridin' horses that's bad
You see, I in't got no outlaws to break
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 at the big rodeo

While puttin' the bull in the chute
I'm my spurs to the heels of my boots
I looks that bull and to my suprise
Well a foot and a half in between his two eyes
On top of his shoulders got a big hump
I lands in his middle and I lets out a
He comes out with a beller and the rest is a

he jumps to the left and jumps towards the right
But I no green horn I'm still sittin' tight
The dust to foggin' right out of his skin
He's a wavin' them right under my chin
At sunnin' his belly he be beat
He's showin' the the soles of his feet
He's a dippin' so low that my filled with dirt
He's a makin' a whip of the of my shirt

He's snappin' the right off of my clothes
He's a buckin' and a bawlin' and a his nose
The starts to cheerin' both me and that bull
Well he needed no help but I had my hands
Then he to fence rowin' and a weavin behind
My went poppin' I sorta went blind
He starts in high divin' I 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 dirt just a for me
I can picture a grave and a big slab of
Sayin' lies a twister who thought he was good
I notices somethin' seem can be true
But the on his hip was a big Flyin' U
When I landed he charged but I got enough
So I ran that old bull to the hole in the

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