Luyện nghe bài hát Winner

When he was a boy of bein' a man
Probably dreamed every that a young boy can
He's a lover a a saddle bronc rider 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 there's rivers of halls and wild red eyeballs on the road to the big rodeo

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