Luyện nghe bài hát Old Red

Old Red was one of the yet
I'd at the big rodeo
He'd bite you and you and stomp out your life
Old Red had never been

Meaner than sin, as the wind
blew on the Montana plains
Old Red was one of the of its breed
And wasn't about to be

From Idaho, a young cowboy
To at the big rodeo
The young cowboy's name was McLean
And Billy had never thrown

The greatest desire filled young heart
To ride this old called Red
He drew him one day and I heard say
"I'll ride him or drop dead"

Old Red was waiting there in the shoot
He was kicking and stomping
Billy climbed the saddle with ease
He yelled, him loose, let us out

Old Red out with his head on the ground
His back hooves were touching his
to get rid of the man on his back
But the man went wherever he

was racking Old Red with his spurs
From the to the tip of his chin
He was doing well, but Billy could tell
This outlaw would give in

Old Red headed straight for the
stopping and then
He reared on his hind legs and on his back
poor Billy with him

There was a hush from the crowd and knew
That this would be Billies ride
The horn crushed Billies chest when he fell
And under Old Red, Billy

Old Red lay still, no did he move
The cowboys that it could tell
In trying to throw Billy off his
Old Red his neck when he fell

Out in the west, there's a where they rest
This cowboy that's been thrown
one foot away resting there 'neath the clay
Is the outlaw never been rode