Luyện nghe bài hát Bull Rider

Well first you want to get off,
Bad enough to to get on in the first place
And you better in your lady luck
Pray to God she dont give up on you right now

Live fast, die young, rider

One hand is all you got
To pit you and the against the clock and a course crowd
And once apon a ton
Nothing else youve done can pull this way
Youre outside the bucking chute
You lose a spur and you lose seat and you lose yourself
By now hes bucking mean and
Slinging mud and cowboy boots and clowns

No fools, no fun, bull

You gotta feel the way hes moving, you gotta watch his
And brace for anything that render you might dead
You know the art of hanging loose is hanging just as
its something like a hurricane thats dancing with a kite

Well the is more than rough
Its a fact of and its tough to cut and its beaver hats
Its drinking and pulling trailers
Tight lemae on barrel and a horse bucking

No rides, no pay, rider

Live fast, die young, rider