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

Meaner than sin, as the wind
blew on the Montana plains
Old Red was one of the of his breed
And about to be tamed

From Idaho a young cowboy
To ride in the big
The young cowboy's was Billy McClain
And Billy had been thrown

The greatest desire filled Billy's heart
To ride old outlaw called Red
He drew him one day and I heard say
"I'll ride him or over dead"

Old Red was wicked down in the chute
He was kickin' and about
Billy dropped the saddle with ease
And said, "Turn him let us out"

Old Red out with his head on the ground
His back were touching his nose
to get rid of the man of his back
But the man went he'd go

Billy was rakin' old Red his spurs
From his tail to the tip of his
He was doin' right but Billy could tell
outlaw would never give in

Old Red was straight for the fence
stopped in and then
He reared on his hind legs then fell on his
Taking poor with him

was a hush in the crowd
For they knew this would be Billy's last
The saddle horn crushed Billy's
When they fell and under old Red died

Old Red lay still no more would he
The that seen it could tell
In tryin' to throw off of his back
Old Red broke his when he fell

Out in the west is the place where they
This that never was thrown
And one foot away resting neath the clay
Is the that never was rode