Luyện nghe bài hát Old Red

Old Red was one of the yet
I'd seen at the big
He'd you and kick you and stomp out your life
Old Red had never rode

than sin, wild as the wind
That blew on the plains
Old Red was one of the of its breed
And about to be tamed

From Idaho, a young came
To ride at the big
The young name was Billy McLean
And Billy had never thrown

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

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

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

Billy was racking Old Red his spurs
the tail to the tip of his chin
He was doing right well, but could tell
outlaw would never give in

Old Red straight for the fence
Suddenly stopping and
He reared on his legs and fell on his back
Taking poor Billy him

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

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

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